• As I stand here
    head turned up
    into open white
    I silently wish
    I had listened to mom
    and stopped to put on
    my puffy winter jacket
    ripped in all places
    but who would expect
    these light winged angels
    floating down from skies
    that we had not seen
    in years
    and who would want
    to look like a big inflated
    purple marshmellow with holes
    standing in the middle of
    what seemed like summer
    until now.
    And as busy cars pass
    not wanting to stop
    and wonder at this beauty,
    I am frozen on soft ground,
    watching delicate wings float
    down to me
    singing and calling with
    sweet, tender voices.
    They are truly a miracle coming
    two days before Christmas
    when almost every drop
    of hope is gone
    because we have already
    suffered so many empty
    and bare holidays.
    My eyelids close in tire,
    frozen shut by sleepless nights
    and so I dream of warm Christmases
    in front of fireplaces glowing
    with the scent of
    a roasted ham floating above me.
    And so I dream...
    until the tiny little angels
    call so loudly that
    I must wake so that
    my dreams do not become
    a reality I cannot get out of.