Memories and Visions
Snow Angel
The virgin snow upon the ground
Draws out the inner child of her,
And so she lays there in the cold
Making angels everywhere.
She giggles at my endless praise
For her works of snow-bound art,
Her gleaming eyes and smiling lips
Melt the ice within my heart.
And as she stands up in the cold,
With snow still clinging to her hair,
The sunshine gleaming from the white
Reveals an angel warm and fair!
My own snow angel clothed in flesh,
Born of the morning's virgin snow,
The prettiest one I've ever seen
And burning with an inner glow.
From my book Across the Miles and Years
Draws out the inner child of her,
And so she lays there in the cold
Making angels everywhere.
She giggles at my endless praise
For her works of snow-bound art,
Her gleaming eyes and smiling lips
Melt the ice within my heart.
And as she stands up in the cold,
With snow still clinging to her hair,
The sunshine gleaming from the white
Reveals an angel warm and fair!
My own snow angel clothed in flesh,
Born of the morning's virgin snow,
The prettiest one I've ever seen
And burning with an inner glow.
From my book Across the Miles and Years
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Snow Angel
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