SNOW ANGELS
Dedicated to Hope


Winter cold on my face
A snowflake falling through the air
I watch awe struck by the silence
She touches the ground only to melt

Another Angel drifting from side to side
I move my head trying to catch her
Wanting to taste the sweet chill of her heart
Left then right, she evades me

I look around searching for the Snow Angels
Finding them on leaves turned brown and yellow
It is Autumn, the seasons have changed
In many ways so have I

I awakened this morning, still half asleep
Until I went outside and began to play with the Snow Angels
We danced the whole day, then darkness came
I went home that evening, but I will dream of Snow Angels tonight

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000