I've always had to dream,
To imagine, to wonder,
Of these delicate, tiny ice crystals
The ones that fall from the skies
Of climate-different countries
That actually experience four seasons
The tingling feelings
On prickling skin
It leaves along its trail
As a soft speck of white
Trickles down like rivers
Upon the mountains of our skin
Is it as cold as it gets
As one rises in altitude
Towards the peak of Everest?
Can it probably get as wet
Any close to as wet
As a healthy canine's nose?
Can they ever be as beautiful
As the photographs and artworks
When it's calm and merciful to the world?
So many questions
All of which have answers
Answers I've never been able to relate to
Do these six-point, chilling stars
Compare and contrast
As drastically as we do?
Are they very much different
Yet strikingly similar
As a crocodile to an alligator?
The flurries that fall
From the sky high above
Coating the world in white
Peaceful or raging,
I've never known the feeling
Of longing or of despise . . .
To those crystal flakes of snow.
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I'm pretty sure that I wrote this poem for a challenge it had on Poetry Amino. We don't have snow in my republic and I've never left here before so I've never experienced snow. All I have to rely on are some pictures, videos, movies and news.
What does snow mean to you? Like it or hate it? What is your best/ worst experience with it?
Until next time,
Ade Alethra
YOU ARE READING
Early Stages
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.
