Angels in the Snow

Falling back

and sinking deep,

we made angles.

Our arms

went up and down and

our legs in and out.

Above, lived the sky

and trees with

spindly branches.

I wondered,

where do birds go

when it snows?

We stayed out

until called back in

 to love –

A home,

 and hot chocolate
from the stove.

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Self-portrait

Georgia Avenue, Silver Spring

A couple, below the metro 

East West Highway, Silver Spring

Grocery store parking lot

Outside the Silver Spring Metro 

Evening view from home

Snow Angel (Courtesy of Lissie)