Angels in the snow

snowflakes big as silver coinage
floating down in silent motion
with tranquility and silence
falling down in quiet slow
only howling of the North wind
nothing coming from the South
just me sitting by the fire
drinking chocolate
feeling warm
and my thoughts
go back to childhood
making angels in the snow
with tranquility and silence
only falling of the snow
I have nothing against silence
nor the howling or the cold
and my memories go floating
like those flakes of silent vow