Snow play

The power of snow, it’s magic.

Like an epic fairy tale, I get pulled into its story.

We dance and run, sing and howl in it.

Laughter fills the fresh silence that comes with snow.

Memories of my childhood come flooding back.

I am a kid again.

Leaping like a bird and I grab her hands.

Spinning around, snow flakes whirl around us.

Letting go, we’re hysterical with laughter.

Ah the magic of child’s play.

Please never go away.

~  Briar

I’m going to explore writing more short stories / poems in the future.



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