HALO - Poem
HALO (Copyright 2016 by Dave Kiffer) She loved the gloriole, Reminding us that her mother Had seen one just before labor, That she had risen from the couch To go outside in the sun And that her water had broken. She also loved the rainbows That came when the clouds did not, Rarely, yes, but often enough To leave colored memories To melt the gray sky days Into moments softly passing. Perhaps it was the finiteness Of the rainbows, the beginning, Middle and end, the story arc Soaring from ground to sky And back again, like a love story Which she also loved. And yet she Clearly preferred the circle Of the sky dogs, the tail chasing Halos ri...