First Snow

Snow angels

White side walks

untouched by feet

Calling for the waiting children
in all of us

To lay in its perfection
To make tributes to our
every watching guardians

Becoming one with
nature
a feeling of belonging
in a universe full of mysteries

Look at earths creation
meshed with your own
fused
until shovels
scoop
or spring blooms

Snow angels
more than fun
its life

Vincent Armone