If Beyond Were Closer
If beyond were closer,
Night would guard the morning
And flakes of leaves would glory
To scatter in the wailing
Wisps of wind dressed in threads
Of pale, endless fog mists
That rise to shelter peace.
Angels would strum the harps
Of infinite wired strings
Tangled in the wind’s breath
And tucked to rest beneath
The singing of the strings
And glory of the leaf:
Amid this still asleep,
The shielded morning haze.
Copyright ©2018/03/25 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: Sunshine Moments ©Martha Harris digital art
