absconded angel

.

He left no trace

of wounded wings

or footsteps in the snow

She stands stalk still

against the elm tree near

the barren snow

(a trillion flakes of white if one!)

where he laid looking at the sun.

Afraid that if she moves

it will be true that

he has left,

she waits naked in the cold

And imagines she sees her angel

saunter down McMillan

on that frosty night

while she slept

.