Feathers of a Dove

A color gave me inspiration and all i could think of was this one day

Feathers falling
Slowly yet surly
Spinning as they fall
Down to the earth
Landing softly
In the sand

Winds picking up
As the feathers
Of a dove
become less and less
perfect

with every
whirl and twirl
every kick in the dust
Till it destroys what's
left of the light
grey feather