Just before twilight
When the sun hangs low
Comes a glare through a
West-faced window.

As I look I see the streaks
I missed with less vision, and then,
Noticed with a new and wisened eye,
Gossamer dust through the air adrifting.

Then imagined angels caressed their wings
On my window - not my cleaning failure
And I changed my mind from black to gold,
And saw "flying things" - a new adventure.

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)





Watch these pages for other poems by Norma.
In the meantime, click the links below for
poems and stories by our other authors.

Valentine's Day (by Texaswishr)

The Valentine

Valentine's Day (by RickMack)

I Love You So

Are You Listening?


To Dance With Her

Sweet Valentine


And.......for many others, click the index image.

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