Baby Angel Sighs

Just a name change from "Whispers"

 

Whispers in the blue bonnets, merging with the evening breeze

Blowing cottonwood on currents cooled by nights approach

Whispers in the leaves as they dance across the rye grass

Swirling, dipping to the music of an early spring.

 

Whispers of angels past, who once played here

Chasing sunbeams as they fade into the shadows

Laughter scarcely heard in the rustle of the branches

Angels frolicking in the cedars; chasing bygone dreams.

 

Children once graced this field of clovers,

Rainbow shorts and ribbon pony tails

Chasing fireflies, with jars for lanterns

Shouting catch me, if you can.

 

Vacant fields where joy had once resounded

Empty lots with empty swings

Now just whispers in our memories

Murmurs unearthed in baby angel sighs.

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Lovely! 'Whisper' is one of my favourite words in poetry, and you didn't disappoint in paying great tribute to it via this very enchanting creation. The flow and magick is simply contagious!

[Samuel Dickens]

Sometimes I sense those little angel shadows also. Ah, yes, Lady Bird's bluebonnets--I used to pick them before I learned it was illegal. Each March or April, all of south Texas would come alive with wild flowers. Your poem is beautiful, Lena.

[Wondering Mind]

This is a very well written, descriptive poem. I could "see" and "hear" the little ones playing around, enjoying the innocence of moments in time.

[Poeticpiers]

Most descriptively nostalgic Lena On my visits to texas the bluebonnets made a lasting impression That and the amazing array of churches

[Spat Queen]

I love the wholesome imagery. It really is refreshing and soulful. Great piece.

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Simply delightful. And you know, I caught a glimpse of fall the other day. It was in the turn and glare of the light, the way the sun cast a bit cooler upon the land. This made me think of that.