Sunday, 4 December 2016

Snow Angels

Do children in heaven make snowflakes
Or angels, with crystallized pens
Precisely designing each one
Unique as a sunset, a print of a hand
Do they sit on a cloud while they blow them
Like soap bubbles, down to the earth
Letting the wind take them wherever
Inviting hushes and juvenile mirth
Do they watch in delight as they see
Tobogganers and skiers below
And cherubic children with rosy red cheeks
Making angels in fresh fallen snow
December 2013

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