IN THE CLOUDS



Two years now since we left Dad's quiet funeral and walked in the frosty woods, catching falling leaves which blew around us like shining stars. Today whilst driving towards the village,  loss and death on my mind, this angel cloud appeared. Just a cloud but it made me smile and lifted the melancholy. This short poem reflects looking forward with hope. 


IN THE CLOUDS


Wisps of angel white drift in 
sky the colour of her Irish eyes,
rising between peaks dripping gold
with the last flare of setting sun
slipping over the Sierra,
hilltop homes embraced by
feathered wings floating slowly
into strong hands, holding me,
lifted skywards, forever safe. 










© 2018 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved. 





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