Sonnet — Snow Angel

          It’s a kind of genesis,         Like winding a clock,
                a gathering of order          it’s not a closed system,
      from absence, evening          not to mention God 
  and morning, one day.          the watchmaker.

          You are my sign          So I’ll set about
in the winter morning,         making you   
      my star in the east          a snow angel. 

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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1 Response to Sonnet — Snow Angel

  1. Aah, I love it read both ways — really lovely play on the meaning across and down the lines.

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