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.
Poetry excerpted from Going mad from roses
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