snow angel at my window
Faerie or snow queen? Possibly an angel, waving to me, at my window.
She was frosted, yet had warm cheeks; her face glittered like snowflakes.
Her tiny mouth was coral, a nice bit of color; she was delicate and pretty.
Would she disappear or materialize? She seemed to be in limbo.
I watched her slowly close her eyes; her lashes were stunning.
a gorgeousness reserved for spirits, and faeries; were those wings?
They were; slightly blushed, tipped with the glittery glitz you see on icicles.
She opened her eyes, gave me a nod and was gone. Had she been real?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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