While visiting my husband (again) in Hot Springs, AR, each morning I walked around the lake path. I began picking up goose feathers thinking they may be a good addition to some future collage. Do you know the Greek myth about Icarus? Every morning he went out to collect feathers, so his father could make them wings to escape Crete. His dad constructed wings out of feathers and wax. When the wings were complete, his dad warned Icarus not to fly near the sun, because the wax would melt. Sure enough, Icarus flew too close to the sun, his wings melted and he fell into the sea.
This morning I’m Icarus
The sun melts my thoughts