Where fly the angels,
the angels carried here
by the lightness of snow,
where fly their feathery wings
their soft knowing hearts
their prayers they say for us
and the ones they answer.
Where fly the angels
that dance in the flurries
sideways, upside down,
right side up and crossways;
where fly the angels
that heaven consistently
sends down to us
to give us rest,
tell us to stop.
I am a working poet, writer, and artist who at all times awaits discovery of insight, beauty, solace and moments to capture.