A single feather falls
- down to earth -
through filtered light and liquid forest air,
landing softly in the palm of my hand,
a silver teardrop, a song, a memory;
the echo of a startled kererū.
_E koekoe te tūī, e ketekete te kākā, e kūkū te kererū._
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
A single feather falls
- down to earth -
through filtered light and liquid forest air,
landing softly in the palm of my hand,
a silver teardrop, a song, a memory;
the echo of a startled kererū.
_E koekoe te tūī, e ketekete te kākā, e kūkū te kererū._
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