Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Snow

The sky was as hard as dry ice, 
still the the wind swept across the pavement and the snow floated down to make piles of glistening whiteness. 
The mountains in the background turning into vanilla ice cream. 

As the day went on I made a gallery of snowmen that had eyes, 
crystal clear from the ice off the windows. 

After the next day of snow, in the distance I see a shadow clutching onto the sky.
It was the sun, the buttercup sun snatching the snow away from daylight. 

The sun staying there till next winter melts me, knowing that the snow will now longer live till next year.

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