Lauren H.

The First Snow

I step outside.
The bitter air bites at my nose and ears.
The flurries surround me,
And I can no longer see anything below my waist.
I look down at the untouched white perfection,
That stretches as far as I can see.
I stare up at the blanket of dark.
The sky looks like an undisturbed lake in the middle of the night.
A serene silver plate sits in the middle of the sky;
An opaque ring surrounds it,
Along with tiny pin pricks of bright light.
I exhale.
The only warmth left inside of me escapes,
And once it leaves my mouth the hot air crystallizes.
I can no longer feel my toes,
But it doesn’t matter.
The first frosted flake has fallen,
And winter has begun.


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