The Circle of Love

Richard M. Ankers

He plucked a message from the clouds
Gave it wings
Gave it substance
But a fog rose in submergence
Peeled it from the sky and swallowed it
Yet, still, it would not be subdued
Wriggling through the grey
Pushing through the moisture
Angels’ tears, they say
Out into a forest it burst
Arboreal greens flecking to Fall
Russet just being born
Where it followed a stream of tinkling clarity
Down a hillside and away
Out to the ocean it flowed
Out to the pulse of us all
There the sun appeared
Kissed the message and took it home
Yet in no way diminished
And so the circle began again
The circle of love
The message…life

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