Angel of the Dawn

I looked for gossamer wings

in the dark of night,

but not a one

was within my sight.

But Hope, when I thought

all hope was gone,

returned with the angel

of the dawn.

The coolest thing about Truly Horrible Days, is that they end, and you wake up to a brand new day next morning. I wrote a dirge last night to Shay's prompt at Real Toads: to write about angels. But thought the better of it and woke up with these more hopeful lines in my head this morning. I love that about mornings!