Calling All Angels

Fireblossom asked us to write about an angel.   She told us not to write about the traditional Christmas angel- mine is kinda winter related, but where I grew up I saw and made many of these even in March and sometimes in April.  New England is famous for an April Fool winter storm.

My second poem is based on some art-I recently made and submitted. I call it mail art.   I thought of the era where letters felt heaven sent, from loved ones during the war.  I remember my husband telling me how much my letters meant to him in boot camp, years ago.   I called my art eXtra Angels.   So, here are two poems.  Thank you to the Postal Service and all of its workers for allowing us to receive many cherished memories-gifts year round!

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SNOW ANGEL

Arrival flung far n' wide
like white glittered pearls

Moon fish dances in daydream's ripples

once blanket of green held whispers

now blanket
 canvas of white

 angel tells me

go child

spread your wings

like a butterfly
leave

mysteries for poets

who see worlds in aquamarine

memories n' silver rivers

caressed by wind's breath

and imagination's tightrope
it dangles inviting you
each day
©Ellen Wilson

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eXtra Angel

Ink memories
waltz in mind's music box
singing yellow canary paints
portrait on each page of
day's walk
near our green umbrella
beloved angel gathering berries
in golden bowl
whispers of our strings
like dappling sunshine on the coldest day
your font, your perfume
three words smudged end
edge's daydream
mind's spiral dance transfixed
portal's page opens
our treasured history
 our gray gardens
touching
 fern near our Tree of Heaven
planting our reunion
I'll wear my brown suit
you'll wear the sky.
©Ellen Wilson