White Plains

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.