Sandra Hawkins

Midvale, Utah

Sandy has been writing stories for 12 years, and poetry for two years. Poetry gives her an opportunity to tell a story in a few stanzas. She has been an employee of US West for 14 years. Sandy graduated from Kearns High in 1969 and has attended college for one year and hopes to attain a certificate in the near future. Awards include the West Jordan Department of Public Safety, Summit Club for US West, National Library of Poetry, International Society of Poets and JMW Publishers. Published in Where Dawn Lingers, Best Poetry of the 90's, Silence of Yesterday and A Treasury of Verse. Angel Tree was written after a coworker died from AIDS related surgery. Poetry is a song of love from the heart.

Slow Love

As the summer storm moves slowly across the valley,
intense winds push forward, clearing the way.
Calmness brings on warm cleansing rains,
lasting until portly clouds are exhausted.

My love is a storm, proceeding gently
igniting love that had once been whisked away.
Our hearts, moved by air currents, smoothing over
feelings that once held love in solitary bondage.

No lightening, no thunder. This love is unhurried,
yet, it moves forward. Time must be recalled
to realize the momentum of the adoration being
softly restored, in each heart, each mind.

Did heavenly forces bring us together? You're perfect
as if purposely chosen. You bring warmth that glows
on the winter side of my heart, melting past of offenses
from those who willfully intruded.

Your touch lights the torch of trust, like
the summer sun, secure and warm. As with storms,
renewal is acquired. Love parts the clouds,
emptying courage to douse the hurt below.

The Angel Tree

A leaf broke away, spinning to the earth
droplets of dew formed from unheralded sadness

As the leaf spiraled downward, a beautiful angel
plucked it from the air, admiring perfection.
Divine breath pushed it high above her
wafting upward, the leaf glistened. Rays of light
gently tugged until forward motion was felt.
Brightness arrived

Pure love formed a golden aura as the leaf
slowly turned, twinkling into a star.

Past debts, discrimination and blind eyes,
now become an illumines trove,
all pain forgotten and forgiven.