My First Snow

Jun 27, 2008 - 00:28 AM PST

I remember waking
In the middle of
the night,
My breath
Cold and White
In the air.

I laid there
In bed,
Protecting myself from
The chilled wind.
I grabbed the nearest blanket,
Encased myself in the barrier
from the cold.

Rushed, I ran to
The nearest window.
As I closed the
Frosted pane,
I noticed something.
Something different than usual.
As if the sky was
Breaking into small pieces
Of glistening powder.

It was my first snow.


Amature, I know. This is what becomes of required writing for english class.