Snow Angels

by

Mary A. Green

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When freshly fallen snow
Lay soft as Grandma's comforter,
My children ran outdoors to play.
Mittened and snow-suited,
Wearing warm new winter boots
They first left imprints of their feet.

Then lay down
        with arms outspread
To make more fanciful impressions,
Creating snow angels
          on the landscape.

I recall those images today
As I wait for my snow angels,
          now grown up,
Winging from Vancouver
Jet-powered to Winnipeg
For a Christmas visit
Back home with "the folks."

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