Quiet Blue Feather

I’d not gone far down the road

when I stopped to pick

a lonely yellow flower

a gift 

for you

I hoped you would take with a kiss

Not much further had I gone along

When I came across a wonderful thing

a quiet blue feather

alone in the grass

fallen from songbirds wing

I traded the flower for the feather

thinking my chances improved

of obtaining a kiss

from the softest of lips

I continued my journey to you

Feather in hand I arrived at your door

I knocked but I heard no reply 

You were away

So the feather did stay

with me, my consolation prize