Snow Angels
Lynne den Hartog, 2000
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Glistening white flakes
Float gently through the air,
Shrouding the landscape
In a cloak of chastity,
Imperfections cased
In pristine purity.

Hand in hand,
Bodies huddled
Against the cold,
Two figures cross
This whitewashed world.

A lone tree,
Boughs laden
With crystal blossom,
Offers shelter
In the silent wilderness

They stop,
And then embrace,
Icy lips meeting
In a kiss of fire.
Sinking to the ground,
The heat of their passion
Melts the virgin snow.

Lynne den Hartog