An angel walks in snowdrifts…

On cashmere snows

An angel walks in snowdrifts.
It’s here; she weaves no tracing steps
Those wolves or roe deer trackers can follow.

Just, when the winds fall hush…
Downwind, she watches, over us…
Just as the icicle hangs in orbit she to hovers
She glides and settles, directly above us.

On a whispered thread!
The world is hung, upon a silent breath…
And the sluggish stopped heart beats on anew
As wind, and snow and her wings flutter on aglow.

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

Very beautiful poetry, Mark. I was enchanted by your imagery - it will linger long in my imagination.

On cashmere snows
An angel walks in snowdrifts.

I've never thought of snow as cashmere-like before, but having read your poem, I'll always think of that silken material when I see a snowdrift.

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you for you lovely review and I'll always think of your comment in the same way. :)

[Lydia Shutter]

The world is hung, upon a silent breath…
And the sluggish stopped heart beats on anew

Such serenity in these lines, Mark. Gorgeous imagery! I liked this a lot. Lydi**

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you my friend I'm please you enjoyed it. :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has a subtle flow and the words describe the scene well in the lines...the nature of it all is written in peaceful rendition...

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Glen for this review... :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...