Snow falls from
his fingertips
creating a blizzard
of fresh powder
as he shakes hands
with winter
.
He dives right in
with the wonder
of his eleven years
unable to believe
the lightness of crystals
the chill of ice on lips
the shiver of meltwater
the freedom of falling
over and over
leaving his imprint
~ now a dance
frozen in time ~
.
His laughter rings
in crisp air
and all the
winter dreams
he dreamt
are coming true
.
By Carys Owen
Carys Owen Poetry 
I love the light, carelessness of this poem,, capturing a child’s wonder.
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I love the light, carelessness of this poem, capturing a child’s wonder.
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Strong and vivid images, capturing the beauty and wonder of the winter season through the eyes of a child. Very nostalgic and beautifully penned poem. Thanks for sharing.
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I love that your blizzard poem is through the eyes of an eleven-year-old rather than a younger child, Carys, emphasised in the phrase ‘he shakes hands with winter’, like it’s an old friend, while still retaining the wonder and ‘unable to believe / the lightness of crystals’. I also love the ‘dance frozen in time’ and the way his ‘laughter rings in crisp air’.
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This is deeply poignant! I resonate with; “the shiver of meltwater /the freedom of falling over and over/leaving his imprint/now a dance frozen in time.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💘💘
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I love that view of snow which brings me back to childhood.
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Thanks. My grandson provided the inspiration!
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