Kissed by an Angel

NOT a romance, I promise. True story. <3

Two blues aloft in a tree, a third Jay in flight

beats its wing drums on the air;

they leave- Tree not entirely empty:

it still carries branches-

Swinging arms invite visitors.

 

Leaves on branches are fingers,

Reaching into the sky:

are letters delivered down

to where a message is made

by two chipmunks chasing one another.

 

A child holds his mother's hand: with the other he points.

Blue Heron swoops South. Lands near the pond.

Walks a zen-like saunter around the shore's edge.

dips his head,

lunges his neck,

beak billing the water.

'Look! Mother Earth is being kissed by an angel.'