A poem by Katherine Hunter
I cup a feather in my hands
A tiny pool of speckled grey
It turns into a little bird
And flies to somewhere far away
Summer warms up the winter sky
and blows a breeze through sun-kissed hair
It floats along an ocean wave
And meets you in the air
A pitter-patter of raindrops scatter
On to the roof above your head
A little bird makes a nest in a tree
As you drift gently to sleep in bed
Snowflakes fall and I wish you well
I have left my heart with you
While the seasons change and the days don’t come back
I’ll wait until you do.
Maan Atelier 