Feather

by Nina Serrano

White Feather

Verna, her ashes lie beneath the apple tree, November 1995

The snowy egret dropped a feather
as I filled a hole under the apple tree
with a shellful of friendship's ashen remains

White Feather 2

The egret flew on
as I carried on my life
The egret lost a feather
and I a friend

White Feather 3

New feathers grow
New insights slowly evolve
from old memory

I ask my friend what shall I do with this new pain
She says talk to me when ever you want
You can find me in other voices, other eyes
I am intimacy trust and caring

Introduction | On Verna's Passing | Her Hair, Always Her Hair | Day of the Dead 1996