Since this is the first Sunday of Advent, I thought I would share a poem from my book ‘The Course of Our Seasons’. It is based on an experience we had with friends while on vacation many years ago and is one of my first poems when I started writing again.
It began with the sound of wings in the air.
Advent
We were walking with friends
behind their Minnesota farmhouse,
Fields of cornstubble stretching to the winter gray horizon.
Suddenly from under our feet–
a heart stopping flash —
All feathers and noise and wings–
A vision of gold calling in alarm.
With our pulses pounding,
we watched the pheasant disappear.
We laughed at our fear
And marveled at the beauty and wonder
of what we had seen.
This must be what the shepherds felt
In a field a long time ago,
When they flushed
A covey of angels.
This is the reason I read so many online poems each week. Hidden in the haystack of valiant attempts, I always find a gem, a piece of writing so good it takes away my breath. You have done so this day. Thank you!
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/12/17/moses-like/
wow!!!
Simply beautiful!
I especially like the description of the landscape – very vivid, and strong contrast. k.
This is a lovely image of Advent ~ Thanks for sharing ~
Absolutely perfect! I love celebrating the Advent! So good, this is! Merry Christmas, my friend!
nice…great capture of the moment and my heart would have skipped a beat as well when the pheasants burst out…and at seeing the angel i imagine as well..yeah just like that…smiles.
so very sweet and wonderful
Kathleen you have a great ability to weave stories with WONDERFUL surprises —
so enjoyed this, thanks for sharing it with us today!
Joanie
Wonderful image.
One of my favorite poems of yours…thank you!
I love it!