Must Be A Sign

My star-studded skies, celestial guides
and deep-rooted loves from the afterlife
send sweet feathered beings. Swift flight shadows
flicker and I stare into sun, transpose–

all these fluttering winged celebrations
demand I shift: my new elevation,
the cornucopia seed-laden, glare
upon the window–I am blinded there.

The workmen yesterday left dust in drifts
like unexpected unintended gifts
the sun reveals. Smears left so cavalier
their mess coalesced at sunrise appears

Inspired by: Cavalier, Afterlife, Cornucopia and Coalesce.

Featured photo by Chris. (I will need to clean my windows before I can take a shot like this!)

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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