quietly tugging my awareness skyward
Everywhere I went I could feel the fluttering of wings on my skin
like the sweet breath of angels
caressing the back of my weary neck
Perhaps I had been looking down for too long
the weight of darkness no longer screeching
but continuing to listen intently
as if silence was the monster hiding
While doing yard work on this atypically warm autumn day
I at first mistook the starlings that caught my eye
for swirling leaves
until their musical trilling filled the air
“Look up!” they seemed to be singing insistently
Pausing to rest
tilting my gaze to the heavens
my eyes widened as I watched in wonder
the transformation
from onyx starlings to opalescent doves
the honeyed sky dripping like slow rain
weightless...
cradled within the downy wings of protection
-You are safe
Angela Minard©
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