Snow

sheltered, away and hidden my wooden dome, it creaks and shakes the cold rain turns into soft glitter and gently lands right on my face deep in my mind, my teacher’s echo: “what is the color that shines bright?” some would say red, some would say yellow but i thought snowy, pearly white and in the morning i would wake up to clouds that lowered to the ground if i could run out there stark naked and glide on roads of tiny towns i missed the the crisp scent in the air i longed for rosy cheeks and nose the way it settled in my hair heaven had never felt this close