E. June Mathews Poems

The day awoke to flurry of sounds
That swirled about as early snow.
I watched the glyphs that piqued my mind
And penned a poem's embryo.
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I heard the wind return to mourn
When traveling on that fateful span
And sensed the nearness of angel wings
That keep their vigil overhead.
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The silver strand of fading day
has slipped behind the sea
Reflections slowly lose their glow
as evening calls to me.
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