second snow

this isn't the first snow - it isn't

the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing 

hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,

which, eventually, it did

melting the frosty road beneath it

and later we would see the rest of the world followed suit -

but it is the second,

it is the one we will spend at the dojo together, sharing

each other's boots and shivering as we let the kids in,

the door slippery beneath our fingers as we marvel

at the thick white flakes

happily covering the whole wide world.

image of green lilac bushes with white lilac flowers standing against a bright blue sky

OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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    hoping for snow

    I walk home wearing twin braids with bows

    and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.

    Snow like a blanket, thick and white,

    I want it to fall all through the night -

    to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,

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    there was a girl

    her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins

    and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too

    and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked

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