Crystal angels

Tiny little flocks fall from the sky:
It's the first snow of the year.
"Are you ready?"
As I reply affirmatively,
A host of angels rush after me.
Suddenly Ryokan comes to my mind
And in that very moment
I can grasp the extent
Of his immeasurable foolishness;
Of his boundless Enlightenment.
As clear as snow
And as warm as my heart.