The piercing cold snow
Touched my hands with a burning sensation.
The pearly, white snow slowly
Melted in the clutch of my hands,
Leaving the cold upon my palms.
I picked up another lump of snow,
Struggling to transform it into a ball.
Finally, I managed to
Shape it into a perfect ball…
To throw at my little brother.
Memories of a parade of flying snowballs
Oh, how I love snow!
By Lillian Wittek
Photo Credits: fabulouscrete.com
