Gently, gently wake my spirit,
like the quiet falling snow.
Clear my mind of thoughts and worries,
your pure touch hides the black below.
If I fall upon your blanket,
and push my arms and legs out wide.
Then my snow-angel is the symbol,
of all my hopes burning inside.
Lift me up again to your warmth,
your light reflects and burns the eyes.
Let this time be filled with hope,
till spring breaks through to great the sky.

Aleksandra Lachut

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-hope/