As I was walking outside
Wrapped in a thick, black jacket
I was beckoned by the park
It was shining a sparkling white
Despite the darkness of the night
I stepped in and I could feel
Powder-soft snow under my feet
I reached down to grip its gentleness
But as I held it in my hand
It burned my skin like hot sand
From above, a few flakes fell
Brightening the sky like little lamps
And soon, they lit everywhere
Until its delightful density
Formed a bright-bounded screen
As the snow crept inside me
I shook uncomfortably
And longed for my lone home
“In there it's clear and dry
Out here I shouldn't roam.”
Soon after I arrived at home
The snowfall ceased
Its veil fell to the ground
No light was around me
Just a white monotony
I shook and felt the cold
Inside me
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
As I was walking outside
Wrapped in a thick, black jacket
I was beckoned by the park
It was shining a sparkling white
Despite the darkness of the night
I stepped in and I could feel
Powder-soft snow under my feet
I reached down to grip its gentleness
But as I held it in my hand
It burned my skin like hot sand
From above, a few flakes fell
Brightening the sky like little lamps
And soon, they lit everywhere
Until its delightful density
Formed a bright-bounded screen
As the snow crept inside me
I shook uncomfortably
And longed for my lone home
“In there it's clear and dry
Out here I shouldn't roam.”
Soon after I arrived at home
The snowfall ceased
Its veil fell to the ground
No light was around me
Just a white monotony
I shook and felt the cold
Inside me
I originally wrote this in 2012 for a creative writing class. I've made small changes to it over the years, and after some edits today I feel ready to share it.
