Spring is around the corner, but snow has a way of sneaking one more in before the sunshine melts it all away. I followed the same rules; I incorporated the 8 words provided for the theme within the piece.
white
drifts
hush
chill
flurry
blizzard
flake
I crave the warmth,
but there is a beauty to the cold.
The small chill that runs down your back,
the shivers that warm you up in response.
My favorite part of all?
Snow.
I admire how delicate it can be,
and fear its ability to be destructive as well.
There have been dusting,
light flurry falling from the heavens.
When it lands on your face,
it almost tickles as it melts against your heat.
Fluffy and light,
almost like white dust on the surface of cars.
Each composed of tiny flakes,
unique in each form.
Then there are the blizzards,
the snow that falls and buries everything in its path.
You dig and dig,
but there is no end in sight.
Somehow the light and fluffy,
has turned in heavy and wet.
Have you ever noticed the silence?
The hush that falls upon the world around you?
The snow absorbs sound,
and when everything stops falling,
you only feel peace.
The sun will be back,
it always comes back.
The warmth will melt it away,
until even the smallest frost,
disappears into Spring once again.
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