cold, wet, soft.
it's solid white & the moment it hits your skin it turns to liquid.
that's what it is,
frozen water droplets, but not ice or hail.
it's gentle,
until you roll it into a ball & hit someone with it.
colder than the water you shower with during the summer heat.
turns your limbs red, makes your nose run
and your hands numb to a point where you can actually feel they are there.
they throb
like a heartbeat, like getting your fingers slammed between the door.
it makes the hairs on your skin stand alert
makes your teeth clash against each other repeatedly.
yet it calms your soul & fills you with joy the moment you see that first flake fall.
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just one of the many little poems or writer's block breakers we did at the begging of my writing class. this one i believe was a 2 minute non-stop write about describing what snow was to someone who had never experienced it. funny what you can write when you shut down the editing system in your mind. speaking of writing i should stop procrasting and finish writing those three short stories... i've had all day to do so....they're due tomorrow...
anywho i just found this rough draft of a poem fitting, although im not sure if i want to re-write it. i like the simpleness of it
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