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  • Writer's pictureShelly Desjarlais

Snow Angel

Flakes cascade from the blustery

Sky like water spilling over rock,

Covering bare branches and empty

Earth in an embrace as pure as

Her sparkling eyes.

A white blanket enrobes the path

We try to make our own despite

Footprints left by the boots of

Braver souls. The tracks fade with

Her flowing steps.

This icy hand reaches for her winter

Skin, blue and white from the chill.

She reaches back to me, cold and fragile.

Heat floods us as the weather flutters like

Her flawless heart.

Silence surrounds while the snowfall

Forces the world to stop. Her gaze,

Her grace, her gentle heart—they melt

The glaciers within me. I can feel

Her angel wings.

If only the season would never change.

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