Stretched in thin,
vertical lines, arms
upraised and fingertips
painted color of hope,
a circle of piney angels
beckon to me and I
lift my eyes
toward soft sky.

Dressed in fine
pattern of pink,
flowering angel child
dances
in unpredictable wind,
embraces day
and welcomes fledgling
bluebird twins.

I came here to cry but
angels everywhere
minister to me.
A cardinal and
brown thrasher
join in song,
sing me sweetly
into peace.