I stand in the snow
And watch the icicles
Dripping, ever slowly down
Surrendering to the merciless power
Of the sun's rays.
I stand in the snow
And look up at the bright blue sky.
When I was little
The sky was never clear in winter
It was always snowing
But times definitely change.
I stand in the snow
-In February-
Wearing a sweatshirt and sneakers
Reminiscing
Aboout when the snow was two feet deep
Five long years ago.
I open my eyes
I am not in the snow
There is hardly ever snow anymore.
All that remains
Are memories
And a brown, slushy puddle
A pitiful replacement
Where the snow used to be.
And watch the icicles
Dripping, ever slowly down
Surrendering to the merciless power
Of the sun's rays.
I stand in the snow
And look up at the bright blue sky.
When I was little
The sky was never clear in winter
It was always snowing
But times definitely change.
I stand in the snow
-In February-
Wearing a sweatshirt and sneakers
Reminiscing
Aboout when the snow was two feet deep
Five long years ago.
I open my eyes
I am not in the snow
There is hardly ever snow anymore.
All that remains
Are memories
And a brown, slushy puddle
A pitiful replacement
Where the snow used to be.
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flowersinherhair
Jun 27, 2020
Fun fact: I actually wrote this poem in February, when snow was always on my mind. I recently found it scrawled on a crumpled sheet of paper under my bed and decided to post it. :)
It's tougher to be vulnerable than it is to actually be tough.
- Rihanna