Watching the Snow Go By
A poem about lost and precious things
Watching the snow go by,
Each flake a lost moment in the abyss of the new normal,
Some of them wet as tears,
Some of them fluffy as warm memories,
The sky full of them, and bright as the fading light
of broken possibilities.
Reach for them, and they will linger in your hands
no longer than hope.
Reach for them, and commit yourself
to an eternity of reaching
for what can never be recaptured.
Let them be, and see them land upon your skin,
whole and warm but for a fleeting moment,
before they melt away, as wet as tears.
Smile, as they caress your lashes,
and remind you of a simpler time,
when you knew only how to feel the snow,
and not to watch the snow go by.
About the Creator
Lorelei Russell
I'm a writer, artist, and historian, living in the United Kingdom. I particularly favour the fantasy and magical realism genres, but enjoy the challenge of exploring other writing styles.
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