JennaX, 11th- White Plains, NY
new snow lays motionless.
the city miles away.
how did I arrive?
white ice extends, blinding my eyes.
too brilliant – my reflex is for cover,
but it draws me in.
reflections – brighter than summer sun,
but this warm season – the best season – is months away.
I exhale, the atmosphere captures my breath;
no escaping without notice,
it materializes before my skeptical eyes.
strange, but special.
cold wraps my body, hold on to 98.6.
I struggle, but safe.
in these silent, desert-like, white plains,
I am beginning to see
winter is special.
Students 6th-12th Grades