Birds of a feather 2

Yesterday I watched as a geat white swan flew low across the winter landscape in early morning light. Blue sky, gold moor, white wings. They say that swans carry the souls of the dead to heaven. I hope so.

Egret

A wish, desire, a prayer, a hope, a heart-song, lifting into the light, flight.

Feathers

On the beach today, four feathers from the fallen wings of Icarus.