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.
–The Course of Our Seasons, AuthorHouse Publishing 2011
This is a poem written many years ago but still one of my favorites. May you be surprised by joy and wonder during this Christmas season – K
thecourseofourseasons 
Shepherds flushing a covey of angels? Your way with words never fails to amaze me.
Nancy
Love this! Thank you!
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Thanks,TJ – hope you are snug and warm this morning! hugs from me and B
Good morning, Kathleen. One of my favorites too. Time to reread your excellent book!
Thanks, dear Ellen. I am looking out on a landscape that I imagine is more common to your windows view. We have been kept busy feeding the birds and enjoying the snowy scene. hugs – K