Blizzard

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

7 Replies to “Blizzard”

  1. 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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  2. 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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