Snow
Off-white is my color
On this time of the day
When darkness swallows me
And I illuminate
Through Its gossamer skin.
As soon as my purity
Slumps
Onto the ground,
It falls off - but not by my fault:
Children love to slide down my back
And the sad ones
Hate to feel my cold presence.
But I bring the warmness although I seem
Cold. After they've had my first embrace and
Soft touch on the cheek,
They've had enough of me.
On this time of the night
They want to get rid of me.
Then I become even colder
And leave with the promise
That I will be back and this time
It will be in a smooth and moony night
Followed by a cold and tiresome morning
Oblivious of benighted dreams coming true.
Revelation of my purity. Your ephemeral merriment.
You're cold again as i slide down your neck.
Copyright © Tamara Simic | Year Posted 2016
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