Mists of Snow

Mists of Snow

A Poem by Deepshikha
"

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.


© 2010 Deepshikha



Author's Note

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

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Nice. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

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Added on February 17, 2010
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Tags: snow, winter, wind, gales, gusts, dust, ice

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Deepshikha
Deepshikha

Where Time Passes, PA



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This is archive for the poetry I've written, spanning back from when I first started writing in 2007. I mostly write fiction now and don't post it on here. Enjoy if you'd like. I'm Deepshikha. .. more..

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