Posts Tagged ‘angels’
wings of angels
As part of my at-home-writers-retreat, I had a ‘break’ day yesterday. I had my hair cut (always relaxing) and went with my husband for a drive to our cabin. We read our book aloud (a Philip R. Craig Martha’s Vineyard Mystery) and took lots of photos. This evening I wrote a poem, based on today’s photos. Most are blurry, because of the relentless wind.
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wings of angels
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I don’t believe in angels,
though I catch their whisper
between stems of Poa,
meadow grasses and blue.
Discover feather fall,
seed tufts of goldenrod,
Solidago. Wing tips
disguised as autumn leaves,
staghorn sumac or oak.
Glimpsed along low ditches,
silken hairs of rabbitsfoot
Trifolium arvense.
Find feathers aloft, on air,
cirrus or stratus clouds,
or wind-smoothed cotton-grass,
tassels of Eriophorum.
Catch scent—Dennstaedtia
hayscented fern, or cedar,
sets cones for another year.
I think of angel wings
and refuse to believe.
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Copyright Jane Tims 2019
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All my best,
Jane
forward direction
Going over some older writing, I discovered the poem below. Retired now, I remember days when I thought I couldn’t take another minute of work situations I can’t now even remember. A good message for me when I feel stressed. Ask myself if I will even recall the circumstances of this moment years from now. The photos are from a drive to work in 2011.
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in car-contained wrath
aftermath of a stress-filled day
a shadow cloud of dots and dashes crosses
my road, there and gone
feathered beings, perhaps
a murmuration of birds
or an incantation of angels
wing tips backward beating
frail quills and a message
to go forward
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early autumn morning
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lots of fog on a morning commute
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looks like this was a drive ‘to’ work and I was late … no wonder I was stressed!
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green means ‘go forward’
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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims
