Golden Angels
(from All About Angels)
They stand beneath guardian trees
their saffron garments glossed with gold.
Hands cupped, bodies bent,
they softly swell as they dip
beneath the rain.
They speak to me:
wild prophets from an ancestral book
that I believed in when I was a child,
but no longer understand.
I try to read the aroma of their lips,
their slow, small growth of gesture.
Their wings are traps
tripping my tongue
preventing me from flight.
rogermoorepoet 
Gorgeous and golden.
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Thank you, Mr. Cake. the Angels poems are very different. Yet they share many common themes, but in different ways.
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That is lovely and perfect for fall! The trees have yet to turn in my area. I’m afraid the dry, hot summer may just bring the leaves down without color at all.
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Ours turned very suddenly. The whole garden is a wonderland right now. We’ve had a couple of frosts too and that has accelerated the process.
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I guess the frost is a huge factor. We have yet to have our first one. I hope we get some color soon!
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Beautiful, Roger! “Saffron garments” is exotic and wonderful.
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Thanks, Tanya. It’s a great poem for this time of year. The whole of my backyard is red and gold and yellow, for a little time. Catch the moment as it falls from the tree and turns into a leaf.
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