Fair feathered angel of swans
lands softly as a snowflake
Dot of living breathing snow
that trumpets our morning awake
Despite the gray wool blanket of sky
and the frosty mire of ground
your dance is glorious none-the-less
as white angels gather round.
This is as close as I could get without disturbing the swans. I almost froze to death as I crouched and crawled across the frosty ground. It was worth it… as they are truly magical! Creation trumpets the Artist’s fame!
Trumpet Call Blessings ~ Wendy