Angels in the snow

Oh, so fleeting are those days of yore

where lovers leaped without hands or feet
just their hearts

those moments when tears

would appear and with one gentle swipe
of tender fingers your lover would comfort
you and whisper ‘all will be ok’

quiet moments where two

souls would share a space and without
the misnomers from words being spoken
they would just embrace

when soaring figures made of clouds

passed by as we lay together in
fields we had played and giggle
when our empty bellies grumbled

we’d ride our bikes so fast

without fear laughing while pedaling
into the wind as leaves and particulars
gathered in the corner of our eyes
along with tiny tears

Oh, so fleeting were the times

where angst and wars and death
had no place in our immortal souls
we would just play making angels
in the snow