You bring back vivid memories of my childhood. I do miss that pure white fresh snow. Thank you for sharing the loveliness via your verses, Jane. Love and best wishes,
I love your inner child. What I like is getting out there and finding all those fresh tracks, little brown pellets, and yellow spots. Have made more yellow trails than snow angels, that I know. ;-)
~Jane~
A snow angel in my mind's eye when I was a little girl.
Oh, you've taken me back to those wonderful moments
of glistening snow in the sunlight. A moment to be an
angel on earth....
Pure joy is this one Jane. The wonderment of just fallen snow is a miracle-like feeling. Angels made, heart content, can there be anything better in this old world and all its problems? I think not.
This is wonderful Jane...I loved every word! What could be better than deep virginal snow and playing snow angels....a girl after my own heart...can I come and play?
Love, Diana....
PS for me there is nothing more enchanting than seeing the sun sparkling on snow...it literally THRILLS me...must be my Scandanavian background...:-)
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Regis
from head to toe.
you're a true angel,
and we love you so.
Michael D.
Ron
A snow angel in my mind's eye when I was a little girl.
Oh, you've taken me back to those wonderful moments
of glistening snow in the sunlight. A moment to be an
angel on earth....
Lady Mary Ann
Never eat the yellow snow! :)
Love, Diana....
PS for me there is nothing more enchanting than seeing the sun sparkling on snow...it literally THRILLS me...must be my Scandanavian background...:-)