SNOW ANGEL

Little girl pink and pretty playing in the snow
Frolicking, tumbling, running, and on the go
Bundled up warmly, head to toe
Now supine through a sled-like slide
Gleefully waving an arm by each side
And creating snow angel wings that glide.

There is such joy to watch this little girl
Crowned with brunnette helmet of curl
Dreaming of balleting in graceful twirl.

The Seasons come and go but..
Winter's her delight!
Watching her snow-happiness,
O such a sight!
To be her age again?
I would in a minute,
if I might...
if I might..
if I might.


© Mel Patterson, 12-330-10