this time the angel flew out of the dawn
on wings of wind
or maybe not an angel
but icarus descending
unscathed this time
either way
all wrapped in light
with a raven
on the arm....
the visit was brief barely a flicker as the sun
burned through the mist,
and after it was gone
i sang a song from childhood
i got wings... you got wings... all god's children got wings....
2 comments:
I love this. It's gorgeous. I haven't read one of your poems in a long time. Perfect.
mama's little baby got wings...
beautiful poem, Iva...
did you know that a group of ravens is called a "murder" of ravens?
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