"Live in each season as it passes..."
-Henry David Thoreau
© Mark W. Ó Brien 2016
Her shoulders carried the pack full of fine repast and blanket waiting for just the right spot, thinking the ridge above likely but for grumbles caused by too small a breakfast, rushed due to a change in the weather and the sure feeling that today was the day for this hike.
Crossing the field her load that weighed heavy in her soul lifts when looking up she sees Angel lights. Yes Angel lights, that’s what old mother called them. Long ago stories told to young ears that believed everything, wonders now who visits today. Could it be him?
She said they come when
The light is just right maybe
Doors in clouds open
~
© A.C. Everson 2017
A.C. Everson is a home grown poet, sculptor and performance artist. Her words can be found at albanypoets.com. Her art can be seen at Breaking My Art on Facebook.
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