She came so swiftly flying,

    Sudden white across the blue,

         Breaking into time that I might see

From where I paused my walking,

   Standing sadly on the shore

        Behind the blackened branches of the tree.


Blinking tears I watched her

   In her level, winging flight,

        Wond'ring at immensity

That showed itself so clearly

   Through a silent winter sky,

        Passing in quiet measure over me.


Bringing in her winging

   A note of perfect peace

        Slipping through my cracked eternity

So I would lift my heavy eyes

    To more than blackened branches

        And see she'd come to wing above my tree.





Jo Anzalone 6-11-2007


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