The Visiting Angel
By Sara Metcalf Leach, High Desert Branch
I woke up and you were gone.
Did I imagine you were here?
I named you Kay,
but in song you are Grace,
for your love is an unearned gift.
Love has patience and rests in peace
through dark nights of relief
from missing you.
I grasp the echo
of the nightingale’s song,
as morning rises thereupon.
The stark light of day
reveals that my muse has gone away.
”She will return,” the nightingale sang.
“I know, but did I say how hard it is to let her go?”
Sara Metcalf Leach has contributed often
to socalwritersshowcase.com.