“Where Angels Flew Between the Trees”
Angels gather there, above trees
behind my home – they told me so –
do you believe me?
do you see angels in my tree?
In the morning I stood barefoot
grass sneaking between toes
morning dew coats our home
our cellar door –
My feet wet – damp
I wiggle my toes – wait
wait for my turn to visit with angels
wondering if I too could fly?
Patience, as I brush back my hair
moistened by the morning dew
as the sun pops out between
a mountain in the distance
now closer to my time…
My eyes stare forward at the tree -
sparkles of light now flicker as
diamonds – yet - it could not compare
to what has entered my being –
A peace, a calm, a life beyond what
I left inside, now inside my heart –
my soul – and I wiggle my toes.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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