Sunday, December 17, 2017

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.


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