Angel Dust

The dewy morning’s pink dawn When the doe with her new born fawn Steps out of the glen Dancing to the song of the wren Then angel dust is seen When the baby girl in her sweet sleep Smiles with pretty dimples so deep Fills tenderness in the mother’s eyes As she wistfully looks at the skies Then angel dust is seen When the old lady around the corner Warms her hands on the tin burner And a passerby around her gently places A warm shawl with soft laces Then angel dust is seen When life becomes hard and dark There are no new songs from the lark Trials and heartbreak knock at the door And every day is a heavy chore Then angel dust is seen It whispers softly with the breeze And settles on those weak and dry trees Magic gently plays on the heart strings A harbinger of gentle springs Angel dust is seen 09/10/12 By- Tahera Mannan