Thursday, August 6, 2026

Angels, Sky, Dawn


 A  L  O  H  A 
 From
Honolulu
Rainbow over water, Water under birds, Sky leaning on the hills World whispering: "You have survived the rain; now walk the light that follows."


Rose pink and translucent,
transfixing me on my walk— a small miracle pause
in an ordinary day. As if the light leaned in
to whisper, Look closer.
Soft as a secret,
bright as a promise
almost forgotten.
Rose pink translucent, my world focused on
one tender, glowing moment. Beauty knows how
to stop time. I will carry it
the rest of the day
a quiet bloom inside.





At dawn
something winged,
Angels arrive as a
change in the light. What the sky calls
“morning” the heart calls
“begin again.”
The angels are not
above us; they are the quiet
that enters when the night departs and the soul steps into the open field of its own widening day.
Cloudia Charters




There’s no need
for a piece of sculpture
in a home that
has a cat.
Wesley Bates


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Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie

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