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.