into plumes of pullovers chin high

A Gorgeous piece of Art ....complete and whole , strange description for the actual subject.
Your pause and breaths of tone are remarkable , it is the touch of true emotion expressed, You tap into it perfectly.

Lovely start to my morning!!!

Thank you.

i was looking at death as a comfortable fall/flying/transformation and bird-like. The title was a line a wrote yonks ago and I still like it in a weird relation to birds and death. cant explain it.
appreciated as always.

Perfectly fitting that title I can see/hear why You held onto it.
Your reasoning totally explains how this emotive breath was grasped...I simply Love it!!!

I spend much time with birds at my home, I feed any/all my wildlife...the birds have held such wonder/excitement/peace for me through the yrs.
As a source of emotion outpour...they are priceless.

Killer title. Plumes is 1 of my fave words.

On the day my Dad died, he was a lover of our feathered friends, I was hoping a bird would appear as an appropriate symbol. Left me - stupidly - slightly disappointed. Then I realised there no was need for symbolism. Since they first took flight, birds have been tracing messages across their skies.

Enjoyed. Much.

You're a master of intimate, subtle detail. Your writes place a hand around my heart.