Mistaken Glass For Snow
The snow around me,
crisp and cool,
such beauty and such splendor.
You'd think It's luscious
waves of ice
shant hurt a foot so tender.
I breathe aloud
my hand reached out
and grasped the sweet white stranger.
When I pulled back
my hand drew blood
not fathoming it's danger.
So in denial
I took a while
Examining it's mass.
The beauty faded
White went red
mistaken snow for glass
(glass for snow)
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011
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