Friday, January 15, 2016

Angel--By Joan McNerney--United States


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.


  1. Joan, I loved your way of making snow angels on your bed. That is my kind of snow Angel. Your Poem is well written.
    Love, Charlene

  2. thought provoking & touching write

  3. A wonderful poem, many thanks for this Joan!