For Phyllis age 15
The sun rose again
last night
a different rose
a different sun
that might turn
the tables
on a distant shore
eching
to
the forefront.
An angel flies all around
with wisdom and wit
and sharp barbs.
She is bringing many gifts
for that table
on which dwells
heartsoft
balms
whispering across time
delivering music, sounds of the winter.
Another angel bears fruits,
plucked from ripe trees
waiting
for the feast
when Clarity shall call
and all will be revealed
as if
of yesterday.
She has much to say to you,
revolving Earth
ancestor plants
wings of joy
and shells
You must ask of opportunities
gone by.