Angel

To the innocent there are neither cherubim nor angels. - Thoreau

iridescent glow

feathery rustle of wings

crumbs on my pillow

Author's Note

"The Heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful imaginative poem. Loved it

[Pete]

thank you kind sir.

[John the Baptist]

Apparently the angel was somewhat shy. At least she left a calling card.

[Pete]

lol. she could have played the harp.