Angel in the Snow
A brilliant day Filled with winter’s bright hues She came and lay in the snow
Tickled the air With her shimmering laugh That followed, wherever she’d go
Her breath, how it danced On this cold day’s air As she hummed her sweet little song
Not bothered by frost Nor the lack of her playmates The birds joined and chirped right along
Delighted by the blanket That was laid out before her Like a paper ready for crayon
Perfectly white, Shimmering and glorious, Never the same from this day on
She spread her arms, This precious princess girl, Rosy cheeked and giggling
Fluttering arms Stretching up and then down Delighting, smiling, wiggling
Her legs so busy With their own special joy Opening and closing full stretch
Her snow pants now covered With glistening snow, Her movements engraved like an etch
She carefully rose Eyes full of hope, Would it be all that she expected?
With careful steps forward She turned and then gazed All that she worked for was reflected
A perfect snow angel Lying peacefully now Looking right at her sweet face
She beamed as she looked So proud of the beauty That she had brought to this place
The sun from above Shone extra bright A gentle wind started to stir
Up rose the flakes From her precious snow angel Now hidden beneath a white blur
She glared at the windsweep, Afraid it would ruin This most special thing she had made
But alas, right before her An angel was smiling As it hovered then slowly did fade
The years hurried by And the precious girl grew Ever to treasure that day
More than a memory More than a girl’s dream More than she ever could say
From that young age forward, She’d often slip out To treasure each new-fallen snow
A smile on her face Through all of those years To see the angel she’d come to know
Always there in the breeze That lifted the flakes A twinkling smile in her eyes
The girl, now a woman Of many long years With patience, awaited her prize
Another brilliant day Filled with winter’s bright hues She came and sat by the snow
Still tickling the air With her shimmering laugh That followed, wherever she’d go
The angel arose From her place in the snow Beckoning her friend of many long years
To once again stretch out Swing her arms and her legs, To fight the frost-driven tears
The precious old lady Once that giggling child Lay down and started to wiggle
Her tired arms reaching, Her achy legs arching Her still lovely mouth in a giggle
Slowly she rose And once again gazed At the wonder she made in the snow
Her angel friend smiling Taking her hand Inviting her to join as she’d go
She stood for a moment, Before it set in The angel was taking her home.
She took courage and reached Her mind now determined To greet her heavenly Father, Shalom
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.