Strange Angel As I was walking into the woods, away from the campsite; the moon was brightly hidden behind the forest trees. I saw a glimpse of something strange and it looked back at me. I began to wonder what it was, and tried to get there soon. Oh well, it must have been a silly raccoon. I heard a rustling amongst the trees, like the wind against the leaves. It was not so dark that night. The silvery moon led my way. I, alone, had to fetch some wood for the fire. I took another step and began to see a light. It was softly calling me into the hue of fright. I said to calm myself for my thoughts ran wild, and told myself "nothing's out there, just calm down now." But, as I turned to go away, an angel's wing was peeking at me from behind the trees. The moonlight shone upon her hair and made it glow, as the silver dust began to fall. It was an angel after all. She tried to hide herself behind the brush, but, the forest trees did not hide her. She seemed so shy and so did I, that neither of us did speak. Her wings were folded for awhile, and she began to smile at the humor of it all. Then a strange thing happened, she slowly flew away. I'm not afraid of the woods anymore and I still take walks amongst the trees. I search and peek around to see if my strange angel is watching me.

This poem was created by: Dottie Fontaine © BACK--- Artwork courtesy of and copyright by Griselda, who invites you to visit her Griselda Art Spirit Gallery website Griselda Art