Snow Angel

Pure crystalline waves,
Your chill reminds me of carefree youth.
Lay with me in the vast expanse,
My snow angel.
Frosted breath surrounds my lips,
...Sharp tingles somewhere between pleasure and pain,
Exhilaration at childish games.
My snow angel.
Time is meaningless,
Aching chest heaving.
I am ageless,
My snow angel.
Running, falling, laying back,
Limbs askew.
Spirits soaring,
My snow angel.
O but to bottle this moment in time,
Never let it go.
Hold on tight,
My snow angel.
When I am done,
The frosted breath gone from my lips,
Will you still remain,
My snow angel?

poem by Patti Wilburn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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