Poet of the Month
We were walking in the moonlight,
on the fresh fallen snow;
just two lovers making small talk
while are feet were walking slow.
Childhood memories come to mind,
and the things we used to do.
Snow angels caught our fancy,
and we made some, just us two.
Passed that way in the morning,
to see what we had done,
but only two were left,
fading fast in the sun.
Though time is passed,
and the snow is gone,
Snow angels remind me of you.
Ever since that night
in the mooonlight
When God blessed me with you.
© 2009 George Collison
