Memory Under Snow

I never care for the breezes of winter’s cold
I’ve always wanted to spread my non-existent wings
Migrating to some warm place near your heart

The surprise of a silent morning glazed in snow
Colored like Christmas lights and awaiting fresh tracks
Chill even my warmest memory of your smile

The freeze will end, out there over that white horizon
Where a mirage of rapture rises slowly on the wind
Summer borne by your burgeoning blossoms

The Work of Angels

Angels in many guises and disguises
Wander hidden among the dying
Offering some a gentle prompting
Some a most fearsome brand

Angelic entities not confused
By remembrance of past deeds
Guide with a silent presence
Away from clamorous memorial

These graces terrorize the disinclined
To achievements beyond frail passing
Until these same reluctants gladly
Release death to mortal silence