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This is for Vera my pen pal I hope you enjoy this one my friend, cheri

The Ice Angel

What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.
It's been given a life spark, a gift from the angelic
Spirits on high, illuminated by a polar glow above,
And low behold the birthing of an ice angel..
Under the hushed spell of midnight, amongst the
Diamond dust fields of winter, the fluttering
Of shadow wings can be heard.
Sheer to the light of ebony’s opulence, the blackened
Figure stirs within her shallow grave, to emerge as
A glistening specter of flights ascension.
Thinned glittering gems sprinkled by faiths devotion,
Are these appendages made of snow mists.
Shifting with beauty, she soars to the kingdom of the lord.
Reflected in the sunlight these ice wing chambers do shine,
Capturing the colors of the rainbow, exploding, bursting with
Each appendages flapping, climbing through the vastness of
The heights, does not the warmth of the sun, embrace these
Creatures of ice and snow, and so do they melt with sorrows
Regrets, becoming heavens tear drops of frozen lace.
Fractured shards of crystalline endities, whom almost touch
The face of grace itself, yet none returning unto the earth below,
As sleets crushed dreams of winter, thus this icy cycle of life
Continues ever more.
What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Kiser Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 12:40 PM
I remember making angels, as a kid. This is wonderful.
Duggan Avatar
December 6, 2014 at 9:11 PM
Cheryl thank you for this one, it is beautiful, to me you are a snow angel, if and whenever you get a book published I would love a copy, take care my dear friend...............Vera.............
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December 5, 2014 at 6:54 PM
A very beautiful poem Cheri. Wonderful thoughts about snow angels.
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