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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