The Pelicans
When I woke up last night,
anxious with worries,
I tried to remember the pelicans:
fifty white birds
snowed on a gravel bar
in the lake.
The trees on the bluffs were golden,
and the pelicans sat
under inky November sky,
preened with their great beaks
to prepare for the journey,
oblivious of our presence.
And the miracle
soothed my heart.
12/4/2017
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
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