Snow angels
frolic
on a silent
night
sure that they're 
holy
& sure that they're
  right
searching for
love &
justice & grace
fast in their
beauty
and leaving no
   trace
trusting in
children
who made them
with faith
dancing in
snowbanks,
arising like
   wraiths
spreading their
wings
back into fine
style
regaining composure
   til dawn

     for a while.