snow angel

i see snowflakes sparkle
drifting downward
are they really all that different?
to me they taste the same.
i melt them on my tongue;
they disappear.

circling in spirals
left alone they fall in place
make beds of thick blankets
and everything seems so bright;
(heavenly)
i keep forgetting this illusion
is created by the sun
of which there's only one.
yet i am blind and overcome
and so i fall...
the landing is never as soft
as hoped for.


i realize im no angel;
i still want to play.