A tiny, frozen splash
alights under my left
eye. What is falling
at 6:05 a.m., here,
in the dark? Black sky
speckled with street
lights and white clumps,
fumbling onto my face
and jacket. I heave in
to feel the cold rush
enter my nostrils, then
throat and chest. It
cleanses with a shiver.
I hold onto it.

In response to the dVerse prompt from Marina Sofia to write about being ‘snowed in, iced out or in some other perilous winter situation’ — think I’ve had enough of the snowed in and peril over the last week, so I went small scale.