No more angels


There are no more angels hiding
in the poor man's dead bush.
They were hungry sparrows,
winter starved,
waiting for spring's rush,
never confiding in arrows
and, never the less, carved
with wintry knifes
into the thin branches
where snow still reigns
in all aspects
of their feathery lives.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-02-12 at 01:11

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Karen Canning
this one leaves a melancholy note on my lips as I read it, I totally hate winter, I just long for the sun, but I read more than the words offered here

huggs
karenx
2007-03-14