She was part of the Divine Plan as was Man
As she watched the sky turn an opal color
A wintry gray-white shroud expanding for miles
Gliding down to observe this sacred happening
She smiled sweetly watching the radiant’s of the sun
Cascading sunbeams escaping behind the clouds
Shining onto small spheres falling in scattered clutters
Sailing down on the wisp of the slightest breeze
Tiny crystalline cotton balls of holy water droplets
Changing colors as the light passed through them
Floating majestically to bathe the landscape in white
Winter’s angel, rejoiced with the people at the sight
Closing her eyes, giving a silent blessing through the mist
The fair angel of winter sighed at the joy of all of this
She evoked love to every living thing below
Let this continue, until next spring after the snow
- Excerpt from T.S.Garp’s Voices of Angels.
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