The First Snow

We had played like children in a frosted field

Where I had once chased summer dragonflies

When I was just a little girl still strutting pigtails

We had giggled as if the years had yet to catch up

As if the bitter breeze didn’t strike our bones

Squealing in infectious laughter as snow crunched

Beneath cheerful boots dodging the grasp of stretching fingertips

Knowing that you could hear the tease in a baiting voice

Goading you to run faster, to catch me if you can

 

It was ring-around-a-rosie below the bare branches

Of a large oak tree where I would once sit with colorful letters

Written in crayon and meant for jolly Saint Nicholas

Letter always beginning with, “All I want for Christmas…”

Humming the melody of an unforgettable tune

Between bouts of sudden giggles as I was nearly yours

Spinning from reaching hands to be stopped mid-flight

With a snowball sent flying towards the back of my head

To fumble into a cushioned heap with the freezing surprise

 

Bursting into laughter as you had fought to hold me down

Laughter which slowly faded along with any remaining signs of struggle

As from above and below our warm gasps had mingled

And if you could have heard the ways in which my heart had fluttered

During that fleeting moment planted within a blanket of snow

Not because of the intimate pressure of your body along mine

Nor because lavish lips had hovered so closely

That I had ached for you to finish stealing my breath away

Instead this heart had stammered when eyes had met

 

Coffee eyes that never fail to remind me of the forest

Always make me feel as if I am soaring above the treetops

All the world rushing by in dense evergreen and untouched, winding trails

Soft eyes that at times gaze so thoroughly into my own

That it requires all that I am to keep from blushing

At all the sweet sincerities you must see looking back

Eyes beheld in thick lashes that had seemed to long to capture

Each delicately landing snowflake with every timeless bat

Whispering eyes that without warning changed everything

 

There in a white field where I had once chased elusive dragonflies

Where I had long ago composed a child’s unsent letter

Decorated in dreams of a happily-ever-after told of only in stories

There where I had gazed into gentle eyes that made feet defy gravity

With the first of vivid snowfalls finding myself falling

In love with the ways your dark hair caressed a flushed cheek

How your knitted beanie had slipped lopsided in our playful tussle

Giving you an appearance of an Artic bandit up to nothing good

And when I had chuckled at the sight, how all you could do was smile

Reviews

[Nigel Newman]

Wow. This is just quality writing. Beautiful imagery. Wonderful flow. Connectivity to tie it together (back to the white field and the dragonflies). Just sublime.

The pedant in me did spot soft eyes ... 'gazes', when I think you meant 'gaze'. But to balance this, if I have a favourite line (very difficult!) it would be the reference to gentle eyes that made feet defy gravity - oh my oh my!

BRs
Nigel

[Beautiful Intentions]

Thank you for the pendant in you! Will take care of that. And another thank you for your amazing review, Nigel! So appreciated.:)

[Riley Justine]

This a flawlessly written piece! The immaculate imagery and the mood you created make the reader feel as though they are living the poem. Incredibly written!

[Chelseawords]

I love the picture this gives me!

[elfthereal]

a lot elements of fantasy nostalgia, nice use of it.
shows little moments of appreciation, a kind of magic, instead of purely dedicative, maybe you can personalise the object of description.