An angels wing

A grieving experience.

A gentle breeze is blowing.
The sun is shining bright and the air is cool.
The wings of an angel are descending upon us.
Ordinary people would just think it is the wind.
Some, will know it’s the wings of an angel.
The comforting breeze, it’s like gentle kiss on my cheek.
The sudden chill on my flesh, knowing your near is comforting.
It’s a sudden peace, when you surround my soul with your wings.
The wind stops blowing. I know within, your soul is flying with the angels.

Copyright Kim Cox