Looking across the now-even terrain
Of pristine snow,
I run
With the delicious knowledge that mine
Are the first and only steps
To break through the powdery perfection,
That looking upon them
Will evoke wonderings as deep as the prints -
The mystery of the sojourner,
A wonderful story never told
But magically imagined.

At precisely the right moment
I stop -
Turn -
Fall backward,
Make the most beautiful snow angel.
Then lay there suspended in time.

There is something so peaceful
About the icy, velveteen crystals
Cradling my entireness
Surrounding me with crisp awareness
Whispering their winter secrets
In a language I just barely grasp
I don’t want to get up
But I feel my flesh turning the color of sweet winter sleep
And before I succumb
I rise,
Letting my smile carry me into the sky.

02/17/2004

Posted on 02/18/2004
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