in the mist of shadows and light are the voices of angels......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the morning rain drops speak with each other

in quiet voices like tiny children

remembering their

cloud homes and the

fluttering moths.

 horses talk to each other, waiting silently for

 the gates to open,

to run at last,

to the far away fields and hills

with little purple flowers.

moths and lacey, tiny flittering baby butterflies.....go about

here and there,

gathering up all the unseen thoughts and dreams of

their other land, far away, far from here

in another place.

angels, small angels are in the mist of shadows and light,

watching over us, quietly, with their gentle wings so soft and gentle

fluttering so quietly, we do not hear them,

unless we suddenly realize they are there

and are real.

 

 

debbie schramer

2014