I.
White flakes touch the street—
Their millions melt, dying
The way they were born.
II.
She blinked, shaking the
Snowflakes from her eyelashes,
And blushed like summer.
III.
A two-step blizzard
Waltzes in the windy air—
Winter masquerades.
IV.
In the darkness, steps
Crunch and echo in the snow,
Miles away from me.
V.
The buildings weather
The snow, but everything else
Crumbles under white.
VI.
After the snow, trees
Like middle-aged heads of hair
Became old and grey.
VII.
The hot chocolate
Stains my teeth, which once were
White like today’s snow.
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 2:25 PM UTC
I.
White flakes touch the street—
Their millions melt, dying
The way they were born.
II.
She blinked, shaking the
Snowflakes from her eyelashes,
And blushed like summer.
III.
A two-step blizzard
Waltzes in the windy air—
Winter masquerades.
IV.
In the darkness, steps
Crunch and echo in the snow,
Miles away from me.
V.
The buildings weather
The snow, but everything else
Crumbles under white.
VI.
After the snow, trees
Like middle-aged heads of hair
Became old and grey.
VII.
The hot chocolate
Stains my teeth, which once were
White like today’s snow.