As I was driving home
the sky was full of angel wings —
Angel wings of all kinds
and I
having slid through two tunnels of sleepiness
(the first one, a battle with my eyelids;
the second, a little closer to surrender)
Was finally awake enough
to take in their splendid spread
of grays and whites and yellows
against the generous blue
Portending something
(I hope)
greater than another day of rain.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2012