To Summer, the fragile three-feather head dress
is a reminder of a vision she once wore,
of a sparkling pool, a seed picnic strewn with friends,
and she a glorious Bird of Paradise.
But to Summer’s lover, as his autumn approaches,
that wretched flash of white feathers
is an imposition, a symbol of southward flight,
a triad of bright hopes waiting to be dashed –
the sky high damage potential of impermanent bliss.