Chrysalis

Photo by Julia Kadel on Unsplash

Fallen angels
in the snow
recollect structure,
fascia pulling distant
strands to reconnect
that which was all but lost.

Tongues reach
to collect flakes
that float
and flurry in
no hurry to
reach their destination.

The sky's
poker face looks
on behind
a thickened veil
between above and
below, while wings flap

up and down,
glee making
saints of those
who remember
a time when
flight was only
a leap away.