Magazine | October 10, 2016, Issue

Poetry

SOME ANGELS

Lying on their backs, looking up at the sky,

The boys have made angels in the snow.

Eyes to heaven, with heaven looking down,

They wave their arms like wings, while seraphs

In the clouds bless them with their winged arms.

The shapes they leave behind are lovely.

But more wonderful still are the footprints

I saw on the blue hill at twilight.

A brief trail of delicate fairy shoes

Started out of nowhere in the field

And ended a stone’s-throw distant, maybe

Left by one who longed to feel the earth

Once more beneath his feet and touched down

Briefly before starlight called him home.

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SOME ANGELS Lying on their backs, looking up at the sky, The boys have made angels in the snow. Eyes to heaven, with heaven looking down, They wave their arms like wings, while seraphs In ...

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