Un Ange Passez
Morning sun thumbs the thicker heart strings
With a shudder bass of pleasure
Adding rhythm to tenor falsetto wren songs
In suddenly lit shadowed crevasses
Still enjoying the quietnesses of sleep
A hawk screams in delight of rising air
We sip our fresh ground percolations
naked in the hot still water
Watching humming birds taste and guard feeders
Suddenly we're spell bound
She's all white, an angel
Her wings a halo of flourescence.
We are now awake.
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008
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