The moon rises and
a halo alights upon her head
the first night ray catches her face and she stirs
pools of magnificent shimmering blue are uncovered
she opens her eyes
she rises from beneath an ancient oak
for her slumber has ended
she stretches her arms towards the sky and
her brilliant wings rise gracefully to meet the clouds
her steps are light and willowy
envelloped in a shroud of pure white
she emits a soft glow
the last autumn leaf falls upon her golden hair as
she rises into the air
just before she disappears between the clouds
the wind blows and a single snow flake falls
She is my winter angel
