The Snow Angel

The Snow Angel

 

She played in the snow,

Bundled against the cold.

Her hopes high,

To get it just right.

 

Tasting snowflakes on her tongue,

Her journey had only begun.

In the cold white,

The snow angel soon to become a sight.

 

Spreading her arms as to the white did she cling,

As there came to be angel wings.

Praying a prayer,

She lifted a heart filled with worldly cares.

 

Her dreams were big,

She felt them deep within.

With each stroke,

The snow angel would unfold.

 

Taking shape,

Her dreams were given a name.

Steadily making progress
Through life’s tests.

 

Once complete,

She stood to her feet

To see what remained.

The snow angel was named faith.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful story leading to a perfect ending.
"Once complete,
She stood to her feet
To see what remained.
The snow angel was named faith."
I love the above lines. Perfect. Thank you dear Melinda for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and leaving your review.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure dear Melinda and you are welcome.

[Emily L]

This was such a lovely poem. I love how you can view the snow angel as a beautiful angel itself or as a metaphor for faith, I viewed it as both. Beautiful imagery, I'd love to think this is what happens everytime we have a snowfall.

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and leaving your comment. God bless.

[guy drori]

Wow, I really liked the ending, and liked the name you gave at the end. 'Faith.'
Nice write

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and leaving your comment. God bless.

[wordman]

and this is a great time for her to appear in all her glory

[Melinda McQueen]

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