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.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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