Snow Fall

On an alpine mountain, two figures drift down.
Blizzard winds pick up with ice all around.
Tree tops sparkle with glimmers of sunlight.
They drift through the trees as if flight.

Looking into the wind, I see her face.
It's beautiful. So full of grace.
And slowly, as my heart begins to slide,
In awe, I watch an angel glide

((Dedicated to my ice angel.))