The Last Snow Angel

Melting Into Spring

Walking the dog two evenings ago, I came across what will likely be the final snow angel of the season. The kids had been out earlier in the day, but now after the rain and sun, the freak snow accumulation was nearly gone, the angel now a grassy shadow.

The snow angel was melting into spring.

The outline was there, the grass showing. The winter losing its grip, spring pulling the angel back down, down into the earth.

This evening’s walk revealed only grass. The angel was gone. Or was it just a ghost? A ghost angel, the snow its only defining feature. Without the snow, the angel had lost only its form.

But it was still there. Maybe… maybe there are dozens of angels still there. Angels from past winters, accumulating like cord wood, piled one on top of another.

Maybe your grass is the gossemer home to generations of angels. Maybe the angels you made, at your childhood home, are still there, waiting for the next snow fall to reveal their wings.