Unseen

Sometime ago she became an angel... every so often drifting down to a familiar realm giving subtle signs to the attentive to feed ferals and winter birds their daily bread Very delicately the broken and forgotten come out from the shadows nibbling from heaven's palm... leaving just as delicately as when they arrived... Their prints slightly more lavender against the fabric of winter's cloak. Most don't have the gift to notice the subtleties of miracle.. {as when an unseen tempers heartache} but there are others that do.