Baby Angel Sighs

Whispers in the blue bonnets, merging with the evening breeze Blowing cottonwood on currents cooled by nights approach Whispers in the leaves as they dance across the rye grass Swirling, dipping to the music of an early spring. Whispers of angels past, who once played here Chasing sunbeams as they fade into the shadows Laughter scarcely heard in the rustle of the branches Angels frolicking in the cedars; chasing bygone dreams. Children once graced this field of clovers, Rainbow shorts and ribbon pony tails Chasing fireflies, with jars for lanterns Shouting catch me, if you can. Vacant fields where joy had once resounded Empty lots with empty swings Now just whispers in our memories Murmurs unearthed in baby angel sighs.