burnished angel
Julie Allyn Johnson
to do this thing
shouldn’t really be necessary
exalted on high, floating on shirred wings
forever finding favor with God
she guides and watches over mortal beings,
she hovers just so…
but sometimes she escapes to a somber wood,
this recluse cherub,
to contemplate her own failings
brief and concise though they may be
she aims for the pinnacle of good,
strives for beauty but never for its own sake
late afternoon light is her favorite time of day
she luxuriates in the warmth of the sun
the bronze hues of every season
catching every golden minute,
casting her eye for how she might progress,
how she might become the better seraph
About the Author
Julie Allyn Johnson is a sawyer’s daughter from the American Midwest whose current obsession is tackling the rough and tumble sport of quilting and the accumulation of fabric. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, her poetry can be found in Star*Line, The Briar Cliff Review, Phantom Kangaroo, Lyrical Iowa, Moss Piglet, Lowestoft Chronicle, Cream Scene Carnival, Coffin Bell, Haikuniverse, Chestnut Review and other journals. Julie enjoys photography and writing the occasional haiku, some of which can be found on her blog, A Sawyer’s Daughter.