The Angel Ballerina
You are finer than the silver trees
That fluster in the morning breeze
Your eyes are softer as they smile
Than my children's blushing guile
Do I see feathers swirl unbound
As you're dancing spinning round
Do I hear angels chanting sweet
See flowers weeping at your feet
Your legs bow silence as they flare
Soaring meanings fill the air
Between your ribs white clouds do flow
To where a sky blue rose does grow
And there upon your fragile breast
You fold your painted wounded crest
Then as a lamb in spring you leap
Our grass green eyeing tears you reap
Richard Field
2002
