So welcome,
The first snow of the season.
The ground lies in wait,
Welcoming its first soft, blanket of white.
Snow falls softly, coating the earth in candy cotton.
Freely falling.
Fresh.
Cold.
And then the deep freeze comes.
Bitter cold.
A multitude of angry flurries, blowing sideways, so thick you can't see.
White all around.
No shapes or colors.
Claustrophobic.
It clears.
So cold it hurts your skin to be outside.
The snow is hard and crunchy.
Unyielding.
Unforgiving.
Like shards.
Like a knife.
No longer soft and pretty and pleasant.
I long for spring.
