Is it just in winter we seek their solace
We lay at their feet in play
In play do we find prayer
For it is said that laughter is the language of angels
Do they play with us in return
Do we hear the sudden sigh
Is it their laughter we receive
Amidst the azure sky
Carpeted in white we lie
Or is it their embrace
The kiss of snowflakes
To warm us on the cold winter days
For the act of making snow angels
Is not limited to the young
Nor to the young at heart
For it is in each breath we take
Throughout our lives
Only most obvious in winter’s snow
Cathy
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