Snow on my shoulder, gentle and weak, Like a song that I searched for, but never could reach. Incandescent harmonies weave through the wind, I’m a fallen star, shaken- shiny and sinned. Light on the corner where I first learned to love, Holes in the lining of my best-made gloves, A moth must have murdered the plans that I made, The sky must have misheard the prayers that I prayed. The glowing of growing, I see on the path, Snowdrops melt like they’re tears on my scarf, But the shine in this scene isn’t coincidence or chance, It’s a letter of longing for a daughter to dance. The snow seems so clear, when lit up by cars, Just as night feels less dark when laden with stars, Joy, for a moment, serenades my skin, But Joy will be felt when dark has been dimmed. Snow, sing me songs, when winter turns warm, When you’re invisible and hidden, like the scream of a storm. Snow angels swarm me, without being watched, I will unveil you with the weight of my want. Snow, you’re my saviour, you’ve taken me home, You’ve seeped into my soul, and you’ve rendered me known.
Melissa Cooke is a writer whose poetry has been published in her College poetry club’s anthology: Scrambled Eggs and Other Ramblings, and a “This Is Me” Anthology. She is going to study Creative Writing at the University of Winchester.
ahh i never saw this until now but thank you so much!!
you write so beautifully !