By Birgit Schoeniger 

The cold evening wind carries
Millions of your kind
With soft invisible wings
Down to earth.

He will take you
in his invisible arms.
Playful, swift the journey will be
Until safely he has sat you down
And you disappear
among millions of your kind

Building a blanket
shimmering soft and white,
Reflecting the last rays
of the evening sun.

Copyright Birgit Schoeniger 2004. All rights reserved.