To Snow and Angel Dust

She bounced right off the inkling . . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging through the galaxies spinning . . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart atwist amidst anticipating ... on Halley’s comet tail she flew . . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade in search ... in search . . . . . of something he once said to the atmosphere on a cloudy . . . . . . . . . day over rooftops flurried in December snow in a glance of her cosmic smile, . . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon sang songs of fields of poppies soon budding beneath the snow, . . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust upon the world and the earth shimmered in many colors and gave praise . . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~ and He smiled. x