Let the enunciating angels come
Speaking in dreamy snow syllables
Their tardy annunciations
We shall not laugh at the moonrise in their eyes
Their wings of magenta tipped with gold as in the paintings
Of the Renaissance masters,
We will be still.
And cherish their wingprints as they skid on ice
Overladen with Christmas messages
From the years
Without the sun.
Mary angela douglas 27 january 2024
P.S.I had a dream just this late afternoon that I was sending a message online with only the words beautiful enunciation in it and then, in the dream, I thought to myself isnt it odd how closely related in sound the words enunciation and annunciation are. And I remembered in the dream how much my Grandmother always stressed to my sister and me how important it is in speaking to always enunciate your words. Then I woke up and immediately wrote this poem. I am very happy with this poem as it made me laugh. I hope someone else likes it too, especially the good angels. And when you think about it, on a practical level it IS very important that when the angels DO come to deliver a message they deliver it with very clear enunciation;otherwise, things may go haywire. And no one will know what to do
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