Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Photo by S. Auberle

I will always love
the sound of wings
never knowing
if it's bird or angel
like a single raven
at high-desert dawn
black velvet in motion
or a dove in the pines
breast feathers fluttering
down in small, winged prayers
the turquoise flash
of a lazuli bunting
like an unearthed
Anasazi necklace
but tell me
do you also wait
with terrible joy
never knowing
if that winged sound
is a dark angel
coming for you?
- mimi


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have a really nice blog here.
I enjoyed this poem & photo.

11:32 AM  
Blogger Sharon Auberle said...

thanks, e.b. nice to have a new visitor.
I've visited your blogs and like them--lots to think on.

2:41 PM  

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