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