A Feather Stone

feather stone
lay in a flint rock garden
an undiscovered find

picked up and placed
just like so many others that day
in my pockets

piled high on the kitchen table
once again
examined for silver and gold

my only find that day
among flint stone lime
a blue feather stone

I blinked just once
to find my blue bird’s eye
sitting on its feather stone

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I am a beginning author, writer and poet exploring the worlds of poetry, nature and photography. I love to capture ordinary moments and reflect upon our natural world and its intersection with our daily life. In 2006, I co-founded the Shadowleaves Company and started my blog, Shadowleaves. In 2015, I started a local writer’s group in Bella Vista, AR, Village Lake Writers & Poets, sponsored by The Artist Retreat Center and Bella Vista Public Library. Our mission is to share the joy of writing and the importance of writing and telling stories for all ages by connecting with each other.

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