Snow Angel

Bright and white was the snow
On opening night
Angel sprites took flight
With their own might
More or less with fright
Or not by a long bite
Always polite at first blight
By the burial site
Paring away all the nightmares
Of a new day
You can have something to say
You can breathe it out your own way
I’ll meet you at the bay
It’s a little less than half way
I always have to pray
That your trip will be a long stay