The I Am of Wings
Whispering leaf bones of pines
emerald my window as the last gasp
of winter foams the horizon.
My heart lifts a psalm of spring
in goosebumps along my arms.
The constancy of season’s change
breaks the glue of grief I’ve been mired in.
For a few chords of hallelujahs
I am the wings I begged God to send me.
©Susie Clevenger 2021