Mists of Snow

A wind gust. The snow that I've thrown flies up, and into my face. There is nothing greater than that little pleasure.

every burst of wind,
catches me unaware,
caresses my warmth,
brings cool relief.

every little gale,
flings pearl-white dancers,
they fly to my face,
splashing mists of dust.

I don't know how,
or when, or why,
this snow
became so refreshing.

but I know
there is no greater pleasure,
than mists of snow,
tousled by the wind.

no greater pleasure
than a splash of snow,
dancing against my face,
leaving memories of winter.

Author's Note

Just a little tidbit I thought of while shoveling. It's like jumping into the Arctic Ocean, only with frostbite! D:

Reviews

[AFX787359]

Nice. :)

[Khaaki]

it's very cute deepshika... keep it up

[Brokensoul]

This one is really poetic . These little joys in life matter so much to us!!
Good one!!