Snow Has Fallen
Outside the window
In peals and cascading white sheets,
Blanketing the world into a quiet peace.
Meaning winter is here at last
Spring comes after,
And fall is past.
Jump from your bed
Wrap the blankets round your shoulders
Put a hat upon your head.
Run towards the door.
Toss it open and
Run into the fresh snow
Crunching beneath your boots.
Breathe in the crisp winter air
Throw the wind your every care and
Go forwards, marching on and on.
Are you listening?
They land upon the ground like spiders made of ice,
Upon the road and ground.
Yes, yes, it is snowing
And it has snowed!
You are laughing and smiling
Everything is made new in the winter.
Things die and… come spring they
Are alive once more because
They have been reborn as vibrant as the sun
But stronger than they were.
You look down at your boots.
Stop all at once.
You turn behind you.
Frantic heartbeats hit your ribcage.
There are no footsteps behind you,
And yet you’ve been walking for a while.
Where are your impressions,
The sign that you’ve been there?
Like the flowers in the winter
You’ve just died in the snow too.
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That was a great story, I loved the surprise ending too. I lived in Iowa, so I had lots of snow, but I then moved to California. Where we don't have snow. Have a great day! : )
This is great. Someone from a warm climate who has never seen snow could get a good idea about it from this passage, not to mention...the ending!
Yeah, I lived in South America for seven years so I know what it's like to have no snow! I'm glad you liked it and the ending was weird but it fit the prompt so... :)
You showed a combination of talent and skill here.
I really liked this poem! It had a good rhythm, which I find difficult to master, especially when they have an irregular number of feet in each line. It'a a fun read and a really interesting take on the prompt! Good job!
Thank you! I have no clue how I got to a thousand words with snow... but somehow it worked. 😁
Yeah, that's one of the reason I don't think I'll be publishing any poems on reeds soon : mine are very short...
That was a fun way to tell the story.