i think cats read poetry. you can tell

in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs

all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones

will look tomorrow,

My name is Giovani. I remember the filling of the snow falling from the sky. I come from Brazil, a country that has summer there every day for 365 days, the only place that snows is on the very south and that is not every time  that happens.

the smell of snow 

sharp and bright 

like the world holding its breath  

just before it turns new 

Snow makes me feel sad. But also like I'm at peace. Almost like I'm dead. I can have so much fun in the snow with friends and all the activities there are, but it can be scary when you're alone. Snow makes me think; it makes me think hard.

a fresh white blanket covers the hill.

i press my palms down into the layers.

flakes fall onto my face.

they melt fast but the feeling stays.

The world is muted

muffled

as the snow sprinkles your hair

lice,

you remember a friend calling it once in 5th grade

you got mad at him for that.