...who are not to be
Big and white, falling through space,
Fluttering from the sky above.
Snowflakes mist against my face
Angel lace from heaven with love.
The stillness of each sinking flake
Softly silent like a dove,
Greeting snow that softly falls,
Tree branches reach, arcing above.
Protected by encircling trees
Amidst open fields that roll and spill.
Whose vastness beckons, wild and free,
As memory of you nudges spirit and will.
Whiteness swirls in broad-brush strokes,
Sharp and cold and quiet.
Nature’s feathered icing surrounds me
In this haunt so wild.
Entrancing falling angel dust
Flings imagination free.
Invitingly I quickly sculpt
A snow angel for you and me.
Peacefully floating 'round me drifts
Quietly falling lacey snow.
O'er trees and fields and well-worn paths,
White silently blankets my restive soul.