angel’s dance floor

a brisk bite
of freshness
the cold air
that turns a nose
red &
cheeks pink
with a slight sniffle
and a light step
to 1’s stride
a stroll
within a forest
blanketed in new snow


no tracks
to follow
a blind
wandering
through
ice coated trees
crackling
with the slightest
of breeze

 

a calm sweeps
in
a vision for all
the angels
dance floor
sunlit
sparkling
icicles
snow drifts
glisten
with diamond flakes
the silence
breath………….. taking