Friday, March 28, 2014

Snow Angel
                                 by Ralph Fletcher

It’s easy to make one,
lying on your back
in the newest snow.

You sweep your arms
up and down to make
a pattern that looks like wings.

Later you forget your creation,
go inside for some hot chocolate.
That’s when she rises from the snow,

takes a feathery breath, tries out her wings.
She skims over frozen lakes
like the faintest handwriting.

Later when you climb beneath the covers
she peers in through your frosty window,
happy you called her into the world.

                                       from A Writing Kind of Day

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for sharing this poem! I love the allegory of the snow angel here. Back in February, one of my boy students was staring our the window during writing workshop and saw a snow plow truck on our playground. He created this poem that day. He asked me to share it with you since he is a huge fan of GUY WRITE!