Snow Angel
Spreading her limbs, she is a snow angel
beneath the willow. Each crystal creates
a new pattern on her nakedness; clings
to the tip of breast and fullness of thigh.
The wide arc of her arms expands her wings;
the motion of her legs, straightens her skirt.
Winter’s breath, carried to her across fields,
kisses away the cold to warm her skin
from pale to rose, leaves her heavy with sleep.
Ice-curled branches dip, encircle her
bed of white with a lover’s tender touch.
Ready to take flight, her eyes close, lips part,
and with an exhalation, she soars high
above the ground; silhouette left below.