A pale face glistening in the window.
The stars have sprinkled across the still sky;
as the snow has fallen to the frozen ground.
A young voice filled with joy.
"Mother may i go play?"
The pail face gets bundled up, and set a fly;
as the roads have filled with ice .
A child only dreaming of snow angles.
The driver begs the car to miss the pink bundle.
As a car loses it tracks
A snow angel is sent to fly.