I was honestly amazed – struck
into silence, marring the air
with nothing but breath
and slow condensation.
My hands on the window,
not moving, my legs
juddering against the radiator –
held still – and my eyes still too,
fixed, watching it falling, shaken
from the sky.
It makes you wonder
how we’ll cope with winter.
(The people in countries
where it’s really cold
are laughing at us, but we
are afraid, and we light fires
and draw back into our conditioned,
painted caves.)
I should have run outside
and spun in it, or broken the window
and sat on the roof in it,
and tilted my head upwards,
at the risk of water-blindness,
to feel like a dazzled plane
being come at through the failing light.
A contest entry
- Winter Ice by MidnightWolfPup.
1050 points, ended November 8, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Very good! Great imagery! I know it surprised me that in some places there's already snow! Great job and best of luck!
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