Poetry of Issue #7        Page 27

Snow Angel

As I walked down Montgomery Avenue
days after a snowstorm,

I stopped to look up at the sky—
dark blue patched with gray and white.

Clouds quickly formed an angel,
her head bowed, short wings distinct.

And a mini rainbow of orange, yellow, blue
lit up beside her.

I quickly captured the vision on my iPhone.
Bare trees and snow-dusted rooftops below.

When I moved on, looked back,
she was gone.

  Amy B. Barone