Anna’s Aubade
A Poem by Henrietta DuCap
Eighty-four years
I have counted,
waiting for my Lord
as the mourning
of turtle-doves fills
the air like smoke
from burnt offerings.
The widowed world
mourns for her Redeemer
each time a feather of white
spins from pinions to
the red pool under the altar.
Today my heart flutters,
joyous blur like hurried wings.
He is here.
We wait no longer.
I see the new mother,
soft gray under her eyes,
and hear the baby cooing.
My song joins Simeon’s now,
as two birds wake the world
with a song of arrival.
Henrietta DuCap earned her B. A. in Creative Writing. Her poetry has been published in Ekstasis, Vessels of Light, The Way Back to Ourselves, Solid Food Press and more.. She lives in Lansing, Michigan with her husband and baby girl, and her middle-grade historical fiction novella is forthcoming next year!
