Even wilted flowers know
to lift their gaze to Heaven;
even broken blossoms sense
that hope is heart’s best leaven.
Even drooping posies dream
of living ever after;
Even frozen florets feel
the warmth of angels’ laughter.
Tag Archives: angels
Frosty Feathers
Frosty feathers, heaven’s dew
frozen when the morning’s new;
flights of fancy, fly me where
angel feathers dust the air.
