Snow flakes made by angels..
Unique filigree falling..
Softly to the ground..
Each one has a purpose..
As it covers our world
in the purity of white..
Reminiscent of Christmas time..
Reminding us of a child born
in the night.
Each flake lands..
Covering trees..
Blanketing fields..
Landing ever so softly..
That none could hear..
The crystal kiss of a snow flake..
As it touches it’s destiny..
Waiting for the sun to rise..
To show the world..
It’s diamond white glitter..
Waiting for the world to notice..
The gift of a snow white winter.
Yes, Snow flakes are made by angels..
Made patiently with love..
To remind us all to believe in
Purity..
Faith
And Trust.
Tiny snow kisses to mesmerize us all
It has to make my mind wonder..
As I watch snow flakes fall.
TRASK
Chanti
Marvelous poem, Erica.
Love Tinka