Angel in the Snow

I dreamt of a night, robed silver and sable,
A masterwork of the Great Dreamcaster;

And leapt to the sky, a son of fable,
As Christmas joy made my heart beat faster.

I pierced the silence with a mighty cry.

I stretched forth my hand, felt my spirits lift.

It’s then I remembered that I can’t fly,

And fell like a stone into a snowdrift.

The fresh snow was soft and it broke my fall,

So I lay there just staring at the sky.

My pajamas don’t insulate at all,

And soon I would be neither warm nor dry.

I made a snow angel, or at least tried,

And fast as I could, I ran back inside.

Mick McKellar

December 2017

I love my dreams, but reality sometimes figures into the results.

Mick