She stood in the threshold watching the snow angel lie,
Hoping that the storm would not ruin her splendor.
The thought caused a droplet of water to come to her eye.
For surely, to the snow, the angel would be forced to render,
As a whole new layer would form, knee-high,
By the storm, blowing wildly, through the night.
And she, gracefully, stares at the sky,
Waiting for dawn to bring with it the first morning light.
The angel was not afraid of the hardships to come,
For she knew that when she was swept up by snow,
She would fly through the air and reunite with friends she used to know.
But she wished that to the door of the house she could run,
And tell the girl in the door not to cry, because no,
This event is not a sad one, not an occasion for woe.
As hard as she tried she could not bring herself to the door.
The snow in which she was enveloped did not wish for her to go.
So in the morning, she took flight to the sky once more.
You should enter it in some winter contest, I think it's great!
Gender:
Points: 435
Reviews: 68