Snow Angel: A Rambling

Snow Angel: A Rambling







Dark,cold.



The wind tugs at a wayward curl.



A shiver traces down her spine.



A voice whispers.



Believe.







The soft whoosh of wool .



A hood rises.



A snow frosted aureole disappears.



Liquid dark eyes shine out of cowl's depths.



They speak.



Of fire.



Of secrets, long forgotten.







Snow crunches.



Crystalline, perfect.



A single line of footprints.



Amethyst, midnight, cobalt, gold.



A lone jay chitters.







Hoar frost forms.



Flowers of icy mist.



Each small light jewel bright.



Shadows are gentle company.



Silence golden.







Trees stand.



Tall and still.



Patiently waiting.



They sleep, she dreams.



She knows.







Eyes shine.



Bright and wise.



The air murmurs.



The trees reply.



The brook laughs.



A voice muted by a blanket of white.







All was still, but twilight comes.



Amethyst, cobalt, copper, green.



Virga gathers.



Something hovers close.



Waiting, wishing.



She dreams.







A snowflake trembles.



Tumbling from the heavens.



Down.



Spiraling, whirling.



Waltzing.



Snow crunches.



Footprints circle.



The silence shatters.







A single, shimmering laugh.



Pure and joyous.



A silver bell.



She knows the steps.



Knows the song.



She dances.







Flowing, flexing.



Cavorting, swirling.



Leaping and laughing.



The voice whispers.



Believe.



She does.







She dreams.



She dances.



Whipping and whirling.



The snow drifts down.



It tells a tale of magic forgotten.







A tale of innocence.



Of love and hate.



Of joy and pain.



A story of impossible dreams.



She listens, she knows.







The icy perfection of the wood glimmers.



She shivers.



Dark eyes shining within the cowl.



Her steps slow.



The gyrations gone.



A single line of footprints.



Meandering this way and that.







Snow squeaks as she turns.



Her feet retrace the path.



The twilight fades.



Night comes.



Stars awake.



She believes.







She tugs at her hood.



Dislodging the sheer, frozen veil.



Her heart pounds.



Her blood rushes.



Warm, wild.



Her smile is secret.



The dreams are hers.



To keep or to share.







The homelights flicker in her eyes.



She's back, the twilight woods her escape.







The voice is muffled as it disappears into the virgin snow.



The iPod lands at her feet.







"Damn..."