The Dark Angels Are Near
Golden sky white clouds a mass vapor and water
and so the skies begin to move into a gray
from a year of drought, dry trees and bushes,
dry rivers and ponds, empty creeks
the birds crying out one large container filled
with water from a caring human, squirrels and
crows visited
And then came the rains, weeks of them
gray clouds, darken as the day went on
rivers started to flow, ponds grew, creeks
expanded. Animals drank and tried not to
drown. The days were cold, the nights colder
My old dog looked as the door opened and
choose not to go out hours later he finally
had to go and he ran back with a uncertain look
Sitting in the sofa with white lights on,
old songs, hippies once, old men now,
creaking voice sounds behind the beautiful
glowing guitars and spiraling pianos wood
and springs Pianist strums and we listen
Deep long sounds.
What will the next year bring after last year, drought
fire and rains. Mother earth is tired of us and we
of her. Pray that the youth of the world is able
rejuvenate and raise the world again
For the dark angels are nearby and we are deeply tired
with little light left and they are watching
Wondering if it times to free the earth
And open up the waters and skies
Without an ARK
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2023
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