Emmanuel
(God is with us.) Bluejays cried this morning, Angel. A month early. The grass is long, fragrant as hay, and seeding. Leaves (dry as November's) skitter down the roads. A salt-laden wind hints of hurricanes. These are already here? (God be with us.) Angel how are you? #celadonrefix #revised #poem © Heather Gail Quinn, 2009.08.26, edited 2019.03.02, all rights reserved