Crystals tumble down encompassing me
Clusters getting trapped in my spiderweb hair
Snow tottering from the sky feels numbing
But somehow, I'm warm as a teapot
Juvenile thoughts in my head
I plunge into the snow
Flail my arms and legs about...
Standing back up, I gaze at my angel
I crash onto it as I notice its unique features
You can't discern my feminine figure
Or how short I am
My angel is taller, wider than I
He appears to be bald in the middle of his head
His jacket has the faint smell of your Marlboro Smooths...
I made a snow angel today, or so I thought.
But when I stared at him, my fathers soft blue eyes peered back.