the snow dances as it falls.
there is no specific pattern to its moves, but it's beautiful anyway.
you want to copy it, so you close your eyes and pretend your a snow flake.
you finally open your eyes and exhale.
you see your breath, and your teeth chatter,
and even though its near freezing outside, you feel warm.
you lift up your head to closer observe the tiny flakes.
they gently brush your cheek.
you smile as your breath in the bitter, yet satisfying winter air.
you want to remain in this perfect solitude forever.
just you and the white.
that's all you can see. white.
stretched for miles you see the snow settled everywhere.
the one lonely bench in the whole park.
you like it this way.
| this was an interesting piece for me to read because last year i wrote a similar piece from a much different perspective. take a look at "how i feel about" and you'll see what i mean.||| Posted on 2005-02-17 00:00:00 | by aliciaflower04 | [ Reply to This ] || I like. this poem alot...Im from the carribean and i hate the cold and snow...|
But this poem has made me feel happiness from a season that usually brings me sadness.
I feel the warmth coming from your heart , while the flakes fall.
|| Posted on 2005-02-18 00:00:00 | by ariesmind | [ Reply to This ] || I don't really like this. Sorry. I normally like what I read but this for some reason didn't seem so deep or heartfelt. Maybe. I dunno I just didn't like it.|
|| Posted on 2005-02-18 00:00:00 | by Sarah Leger | [ Reply to This ] |