Little Spinning Angels

Here's a wonderful poem from Teresa Evangeline's site.

"Childish Things"

When they light the candles a little propeller
turns the angels around and around.

They are of gold, of thin metal,

with a trumpet held in front of each mouth,

And a sound that comes when a tiny chain

drags across a silvery chime.

Flecks of light dance on the ceiling

from figures that gleam as they pass the flame.

That sight, that sound, that warm candle

shine through the years. You look out the window:

What are you doing with the years that shine

around and around when the angels come?

~ William Stafford

Yesterday after reading this poem I went out and bought a new candle angel set. I found the last set! I was hoping to get a larger version but this one will be fine.

I cold not get a clear