Snow Angel

I thought of winter. The color of still soil gently calms over the cornrows. Silky wheat grains sway like children upon crowns of snow. And as I sweep this blanket with my arms and legs, my life shines bright and round. My memory slowly fades to gold and the green meadows, the oak forest, and the rushing waters wash over me. A cold dash of springtime awakens the love I once knew. I smile and stare at the passing clouds. And amidst my quiet thoughts, I think of the blue, blue sky and the sound of white and falling earth.