An Angel Walks In Snowdrifts
On cashmere snows
An angel walks in snowdrifts.
It's here; she weaves no tracing steps
Those wolves or roe deer trackers can follow.
Just, when the winds fall hush…
Downwind, she watches, over us…
Just as the icicle hangs in orbit she to hovers
She glides and settles, directly above us.
On a whispered thread!
The world is hung, upon a silent breath…
And the sluggish stopped heart beats on anew
As wind, and snow and her wings flutter on aglow.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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