By Lenny Hall
I saw a feather fall today
It seemed to sing
to dance
to play
upon the breeze
of summer’s day
its lightness and its freedom fly
not from quill
or wing on high
but from the heart —
the true mind’s eye —
but down, down, down,
we all shall die
to rise again
as feathers fly
upon the breeze
of summer’s day
our hearts to sing
to dance
to play
Lenny Hall is a student and observer of life without formal credentials, who finds inspiration on Martha’s Vineyard.
