Angel In the Morning
ANGEL IN THE MORNING
While washing the dishes this morning, I looked at the sky
through the kitchen window for the awesome, magnificent
view of the morning blue sky with streaks of white clouds.
With sun shining bright, the sky was like a canvas with blue
background with spectacular long thin horizontal strokes
of white with the exception of the one at my far right.
Frozen and stunned, I was mesmerized with the streaks
of white clouds of long thin horizontal stroke, like open
arms, intersected by a longer and thicker vertical one.
The vertical one had a circle shape on top, like a face
and it was wider at the end, like somebody wearing a
long skirt and I became more and more bewildered.
The more I looked; it was like an Angel watching me, so
I gazed at my left and most of the strokes of white clouds
disappeared or reshaped like a majestic glacier by the sea.
I glanced at my right; wherein there was no reshaping.
After a while, the face started getting blurry and then the
rest of it, while I was still staring at it in awe, dumbfounded!
Did that happen? Or did I just imagine it? What did I see?
12/14/21 Sweet Lady Jane
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