imprints

When time has passed and I have gone
To wherever oceans go,
I only hope survivors find
My angel imprint in the snow.

One imprint made and left behind
Will melt and leave a larger sphere.
If that's the only thing they find.
At least, they'll know that I was here.

But if, by chance, they pass that spot
And there is no imprint there,
T'was just I had no time to stop
So I left it in the air.

By Bev Bryant

IMPRINTS