Augury
With my hopes for the rebirth of our world, America, and New York City. The evening golden lights (An anniversary of promises and surrenders) Feathers were flying and falling slowly, like snowflakes on the calm evening waters of The Hudson the army of angels couldn’t wait to gather there landing, one more time, on the other side of the river They, and some humans, were witnessing the event the sun going West, reluctantly, towards the horizon wrapped in purple strokes, rays piercing the perplexed clouds everyone in silence and owe, watching gold melting cascading, covering the New York City skyline A moment when dreams can be touched and fairy tales seem more than real love is the only force that can draw this picture a man made landscape blessed by the heavens Aymara Lorente November 8, 2017