Snow Angel - Climate

Bright and white was the snow

On opening night

Angel sprites took flight

With their own might

More or less with fright

Or not by a long bite

Always polite at first blight

By the burial site

Paring away all the nightmares

Of a new day

You can have something to say

You can breathe it out your own way

I’ll meet you at the bay

It’s a little less than half way

I always have to pray

That your trip will be a long stay