16 | An Embarrassment

We saw and heard 

angels from on high

calling to those still here

working in the fields.

As soon as we saw them,

they all turned red —

like yesterday’s dawns,

last-night’s bonfires —

or did they simply reflect

their own uncertain flames

rekindled and re-stoked

for journeying, within.

Later, we found scarce

crystal-seeds scattered

everywhere — mixed with

bits of old lace, lichen —

lavender buds, a few fallen

feathers here and there —

angel-mulch left to serve

— fertile ground for growth.

. . . . .

Easter | 16 apr 2017

Susan Powers Bourne

Posted in spb

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