Poems After a Snowstorm

Winter Windows


Oh, windows. 

This is why people have windows. 

The most mundane things

Painted with a coat of beauty.

Winter windows,

This is why it snows.

The most beautiful things

Nearly untouchable.

Oh, windows.

This is why we stay inside.

The most delicate powder

Turns my skin blue.

Winter windows. 

Take a look out the window.

The snowfall blankets my body,

Hidden from sight.

Bee Boykin


Snow Melt


Many people in Colorado choose to spend their time outdoors when fresh snow falls.

I, on the other hand, like to curl up under the covers and watch the storm from inside. 

I have always appreciated the beauties of winter from the safety and warmth of my bedroom.

However there are days when I bundle up enough to jump into the piles of snow outside, where I can experience it. 

The way it sparkles when the light hits it, and brightens the world, softens your footsteps, and makes you wary of the ice that hides underneath. 

I appreciate it for as long as I can because soon it will melt, and leave room for the flowers of spring to bloom. 

Morgan Clark



Mouse’s


Milk chocolate pyramids 

Drizzled in inconsistent white “chocolate”

Bear a striking textural resemblance

To their gargantuan inspirations

After a snow storm 

Nate Kissingford



Snow Outside


Paralyzing light and shine that

Looks so innocent and inviting.

It suddenly steals your breath and

Knocks your feet away as your

Breath is puffed out in a cloud. 


fresh fallen frozen fractals 

coat cracks in crusty corners,

expressing eternal evolution of environments 

that takes time to thrive

while weathering a worsening world. 

Pallen McArdle

 

Snow

 

As blinding as staring into the sun

Noticing only a glimpse of the white mountain.

A gust of wind blowing my hair around.

Blowing snow on my neck

My nose turning red

My face cold

My fingers numb

Looking up at the clouds

Letting the snowflakes fall on my tongue 

Closing my eyes letting the snow fall on my face

Anna Krickbaum