THE ANGEL TREE

When the chips are down I'd rather be with the angelic forces of nature then the postmodern dwaves and elves of realism-cynicism-ismism.

Finding a broken angel in my mind,

I bear her into the heart of my oak,

In sleep there to hold her the winter through,

That her wings their vigour might recover,

Joy newborn hope her soul might discover,

That come the spring when my sap rises fast,

She is fulfilled in the nature of things,

Soaring herself through the boughs of my tree,

Flying through branches a-bursting with glee,

Each leaf a new angel, bursting out free. 

Reviews

[Bear]

This made me smile and had me looking up to the "glass angel with golden halo" that happens to be housed within a star upon my computer monitor. Angels... they exist and our friends are the angels that watch over us from afar and drop in to remind us that we are thought of, cared for and loved. Thanks for sharing your poem!! A fine write and the thoughts it inspired within me put a smile upon my face. A fine way to end/start a Friday.

Sallie Bear

[Wildfleour]

Thank you for directing me. Lovely images that are light and comforting.

[poet2angels (lynda)]

So lovely this is...
Sigh~
A sweet song of bursting blossom is what this makes me hear
Excellent!

Lynda

[CLUTZ]

beautiful. there are sadly a lot of broken angels. you just have to pick them up one by one until they are mended.

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

You must be working in that garden, lol, trees are your inspiration these days. It's nice how you praise the strength and wonder of the tree and use reference to her being an oak, a symbol of stregenth. Excellent work as usual.

Great work.

[Little Mouse]

The image and title drew me in, and the words delivered nicely! Great job! -:3 )~~~

[Donald Meikle]

Spoken like a true druid, but what else is a poet anyway?

[DRIVEN]

sweet visions you have shared thank you....

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love the ending to this piece, I could visualize the lime green angels bursting their buds and spreading their wings. You know I love nature in all her wonders.

[Drifting Blue]

Very lyrical friend. Beautiful. Such wonderful life images, tree, oak, sap, leaves, all bringing protection to the angel instead of the other way around which is interesting in and of itself. Perhaps the stubborness of life is the real salvation, that wonderful impulse to survive and thrive. Perhaps we are our own best angels. Maybe somewhere in that is God smiling our being into existence and allowing us to run with it. Exceptional work.

[PoemRodent]

Very well expressed and needed my friend.

Well done!

Love and Thoughts,

Dostani