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 βIn there it's clear and dry Out here I shouldn't roam.β
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.