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 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
Love the covey … Nice surprise at end of poem! Jane
I love this poem…and am savoring your book of Lessons and Carols this month – thanks, Kathleen!
Loved it, especially flushing a covey of angels!
Lovely! Thanks for sharing.
Yes that sudden movement .. before we see it is benign or not we tend to be filled with fear.. just like those shepherds..
Love when they flushed a covey of angels. Beautiful image.
Clever allusion! Your poem made me smile, although there’s more to it than that of course.