Snow Falling on My Face

I lie on my back in the snow
and wave my arms to make angels.
It’s quiet and still, and I’m alone
except for the snowflakes that blow
and drift and dance gently towards me.
Peace.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

Here’s a video of snow falling on my face.

(Photo below by Karen Molenaar Terrell.)

Snow Reflection

Things that Drift and Flutter and Twirl

I love things that gently drift
and flutter and twirl around me –
tawny maple leaves in autumn
and glittery snowflakes in winter,
cherry blossoms that pile up
in pink drifts in the spring
and butterflies flitting
among alpine flowers in summer.

But it is hard to get a picture of drifting,
fluttering, twirling stuff. So words are all
I’ve got. The end.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell