Good Morning Sunshine!
An Angel Happened Here.
The field is laid over with such soft purity now.
Boughs bend down seem to sigh with the weight of snow.
I am past the age of children but I kick the fluff up anyway.
The season is not serious yet, with heavy wetness.
Perfect the cold, when your bundled right. I wait.
Snowbirds in flight across a gold and pink sky.
A rabbit comes out as if I am not there. I hold still.
Daring not to breath, for the moments it takes to simply see this.
He or she bounds away, I must have given it a fright.
There is no sound here, I am in the middle of the woods,
The path not too long, but long enough to reach serenity.
I fall gently back to leave an angel here. No one will know but me.
The child I was now walks beside me, I wink!