Snow Angel in Hokkaido

Like a child waiting impatiently

to open Christmas presents

under the tree. I anticipate my wish

to become reality. I had attempted it once but it was too soon. Nothing came of it. No matter how hard I tried. Timing. Slowly at first it falls. Till the white powder forms a Soft blanket on the ground. Finally it is ready to meet The weight of my body. Being one with it I feel the coolness upon my back. My mind is racing. I wonder If this chance rendezvous Will be a moment to cherish. As I spread my arms and legs in and out, My friends await the shutter chance. It’s over sooner than expected. People help me to my feet To see my creation of art. Nature and I. We have become one. From above the ground A snow angel can be seen. My snow angel. Perhaps my guardian angel Has come alive before my eyes. To see it in its glory. And for the sun to eventually melt it into nothingness. From where it began. The silence of the forest In Hokkaido. Once again Serene. Tranquil In peace.