Daily Archives: September 22, 2015

are the angels come?

across the face
of the moon,
lights tinder by
in a slow procession
passing from dark
to light
and back to dark.
that brief time,
pronounced holy,
of all bright with allure
of anointed time [when it resolves]

and on the lake below
a herald
a reflection
in the shallows-

and I ask, when?