Fallen Angel
A breath of frozen ice
Filmy, white frost in the air
She breathes…in…out
A safe haven inside,
She is not there
The boys, peeking at her through the tiny cracked window
Made of glass
Frost forms on the transparent surface, condensation for them to trace shapes in
A happy scene of family togetherness
But that girl lies there on the snow-packed ground
Outside that lovely haven
Helpless in the endless white expanse
Her wings heavy with snow
The boys, this time peeking through the door
A hole right in the middle where the wind whistles through on the best of days
Then – the door opens
The boys, cautious and silent, make their way across the path to the tree
The white birch fallen, its roots torn from the ground
They touch her bark tenderly and lift her, the snow falling from her branches
Which flap like the wings of an angel
She returns to her glorious height
And the rays of the sun shine through the gaps.
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