The winter air
surrounds me
chilling my bones,
making me shiver
down to the core.
Sitting on this hill
covered in snow.
I cant help but think
how beautiful the world
can be.
Peaceful,
no noise from civilization.
Just the swaying
of branches in
the wind.
The sun is falling,
the snow is glistening
silver streaks
across the hill
from small children
sledding down
the hill in the distance.
I started to hear
the faint echo
of laughter.
As it started to snow,
snowflakes hit my body.
Turning my dark clothing white,
and my nose red.
I stared up at the sky,
catching the snowflakes
on my tounge.
I layed down,
spread my arms outwide,
and my legs copied.
As the snow angel was
coming alive.
So was I.
Feeling like a child
once more,
embrassing the moment.
I will never experience this again.
Stoping mid angel,
still looking towards the sky.
I close my eyes and wonder,
Why is this snow different
than the snow from my past?
I never cared for it, always cold
and slippery.
But the sense I get from it now,
is beauty and peacefulness.
Soon the snow will melt,
though this feeling will stay
frozen in my heart.
I will always remember this day,
about how this
cold breeze kept my heart warm.