Who doesn't remember making angels? It's magical!

Fingers scrape a frosty window,

Eyes upon new snow,

Squinting in anticipation,

Hurry to dress, wool coat and hat,

Pulling on new rubber boots,

Stepping outside, breath becomes a white cloud,

Lying down upon a soft blanket of snow,

Inviting a snow angel creation,

How silent, except for snowflakes,

Listening to the landing of each,

As they light upon my face,

Joining the multitudes of feather touches,

Eyes close to join in nature's sleep.