Snow Angel
In winter’s breath, ‘neath diamond skies,Where whispers dance, and cold air lies,A child’s laughter, pure and bright,Crafts angels in the snow, so white.Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,In fields where icy breezes blow,A figure forms, with wings outspread,A snowy bed, an angel’s bed.With hands that shape the winter’s lace,Each feather traced in cold embrace,In silent…