Snow Angels

It was twilight when a young child asked,

“May I go outside and play in the snow?”

Red faced from the cold, the young child lay

down to make snow angels.

Swish, swish

the sound of arms and legs

brushing the snow.

The young child stopped to stare at the night sky.

The stars were dancing for the young child.

And in the heavens, the angels were smiling as

they looked down at the young child.

The maker of snow angels.