Feather

Sometimes a feather is more than a feather.

Before I go in

Four geese practice a vee

In the parking lot

Outside the therapist’s office.

Now at home

I find a feather

Watered red.

It seems a cardinal lost it

For me to find.

On this day when the leaves

Have not yet begun

To turn;

On this day when

The birds mass in the back yard;

On this day when

The geese practice vees

And cardinals leave tokens

Of the coming colors

For me to find.

On this day of all days:

A feather.