Poems from in between

by Jenifer Cartland

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First snow

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.

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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.

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21 responses to “First snow”

  4. Small is beautiful. I love that stinging sensation of inhaling the cold snowy air. When I first moved to this part of the world, I would open my window at night just to breathe, but now I’ve become used to it, take it for granted. Thanks for reminding me!

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  6. I love “fumbling onto my face/and jacket.” Lovely sounds in this, too; and how those last two lines work together, very nice.

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