Ice Ghosts

Just beneath the dreamy blue ice. The old ghost shakes the sleep and sighs. As three small flakes gaily approach. Laughing through the silvery forest cloak. Skipping toward the glowing hearth of home. The smallest drifts across unscathed. A second leaves a fracture upon the glaze. The last crashes into an icy water maze. Upon the bank, horror follows a drifting face. In a pool downstream snow angels await. A pair of wings await the fate of the unfortunate one.