"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Poem: Brenda's Cardinal

Scarlet bird with a sooty face,
brings greetings and
music from the further-on,
the great beyond,
the heaped heart's harbor.

Rosemary, with green-gloved healing hands,
brings remembrance.
Bring me Rosemary,
Lavender for peace,
sung prayers for my pillow.

The dawn, scattering this long night's tale,
brings a promise,
sung in a crimson key,
bright as blood,
winging through the veil.