To Trace an Angel

by Amy Lowry

Snowed in. Plowed... 
Under six degrees of 
Down. Baffled…. 
Cross stitched & wound 
Up tight. Small 
Wonder I have not 
Gone mad. 

The road to town is 
Limited - Access 
Pursuant to provisions 
& punished by 
Fine….Sure…. 
Whatever!!! & 
I remember how 

You laid my drive 
With embers from our fire - 
Ashes so I would not slip. 
How we fell into deep, 
Feathered drifts - cast wings & 
Laid - side by side in the quiet 
Before night fell.