Angel
I want to make an angel
in the snow though I am
old for that sort of thing.
That is something I have
never done. A woman
from
Vermont told me about it.
Nobody made slush angels
in Brooklyn…unheard of…
with no meadows to angel in.
We just threw hard packed
snowballs at each other
sliding over icy streets.
Now I will take my pick
of snow. Find a perfect
field of that lush white
stuff.
I will lay down on a cool bed
flapping my arms up and down
to make sacred patterns.
Yes, I will angel
away until
finally I fly off to
heaven.
Joan McNerney’s poetry has
been included in numerous literary magazines such as Camel Saloon, Seven
Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Spectrum, and included in
Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane and Poppy Road Anthologies.
Joan, I loved your way of making snow angels on your bed. That is my kind of snow Angel. Your Poem is well written.
ReplyDeleteLove, Charlene
thought provoking & touching write
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, many thanks for this Joan!
ReplyDeleteKen