THE ANGEL TREEA Poem by R J AskewWhen 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. © 2008 R J AskewFeatured Review
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