Scattered Petals

October 15, 2008
By Chaney Harter, Lake Oswego, OR

The angel didn’t speak,
but scattered petals like words,
wrote haunting sonnets in the wind

pale fingers across the winding black silk
of the night sky

and those sweet nothings
whipped across chilled rocks, to the crystal glaciers
where ice meets shadow



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