Inspired Feather

Ballerina, threaded gray, white and a hint of orange.
Her backbone twirls her form.
No gale of nature lessens her grace, merely adds to it.
She... sits in a time and space in motion
of contours that gravity contrasts with.

Merely dropped from a child's hand,
the earth pulls her closer, closer,
this inspired heather, falling lonely,
at the end of her song and flight.

She lies, fluttering on the floor, rippling so,
waiting for the next breath of air to give her song.