The angel who rests in the arms of the tree

Frozen in place by the chill of the night

the snow angel rests in the arms of the tree.

Gazing at her I wondered

Is she cold like me?

Are her insides in knots?

Does she worry if the sun will release her so she can fly away free?

Then I noticed that she was relaxed

trusting in the strength of the tree.

She lay there, face open, aimed at the sky

soaking in the beams of the sun.

I internalized how mindfully this angel rests

knowing she is protected

by the deer, the fox, and the tiger

protective and kind

gentle yet fierce.

In an awakened instant

I understood

that although she is frozen by the chill of the night

this is her time to rest.

I knew that just like the intense springtime sun

relief is actively occurring

melting my gridlocked existence of powerlessness away.

I hear in the depth of my soul, “All will be okay, soon!”

Walking away I knew that the time to trust is now

that the freedom to fly is just a snow-melt away.

Turning back to the angel who rests in the arms of the tree

I thanked her

for the gift of hope

a moment of peace

of unveiled clarity.

I think I saw the light shine brighter on her upturned face…

or was it the light shining brighter on me?

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©Alexis Rose, photo: Janet Rosauer

Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph