falls, then another, and and off I go...
I slip, I stutter, I flutter my wings.
The world is full of freezing things.
I slide - I glide - I spin on my toes,
I lift my wings and strike a pose.
In the stillness, silence grows.
one floating frozen feather
falls. A steely wind begins to blow,
a blizzard of stinging snowflakes throws
me into a tree top where I swing...
I slip, I stutter, I flutter my wings,
and then I let go...
one floating frozen feather of snow.
Poem © 2017 Lesley Moss
Illustration © 2017 Nick Butterworth