Winter Wind

Snow

Snow

Snow

Rolling

Streaming

Streaking

Across the asphalt

In dissimilar

Sheets

Wafting

Billowing

Swirling

Upwards

Always upwards

Like steam

Which swathes

The tired city

In surreal curtains

Masking reality

For a small time

As they watch

From their windows

And allow themselves

To pretend

That they are not

In fact

Hiding from the

Mockingly

Dangerously

Beautiful Winter

But reveling in it

Author's Note

I kinda switched tempo halfway through... It might not be noticeable to you guys, though. Tell me what you think. As always, I welcome any and all constructive criticism.

Reviews

[EverleafOwl]

Oh, that was so cool! The end...i love it! The feeling is like the snow itself. The verbs toward the end were very artistic and wording (it sounds weird, but that was the first thing i thought of reading it..). Great job!

[Liefje]

thanks so much :D

[EverleafOwl]

You are most welcome, ma'am! Pleasure to read it!

[PadfootBlack]

Oooooh, you don't just change tempo, you change moods on us. This is my favorite. I love the words "waft" and "swath". I didn't know it until now.

[Liefje]

Thanks, I had a lot of fun with word choice when I wrote this .And I did not originally intend for the mood change-it just happened as I was writing it. Funny how the pen develops a mind of its own sometimes.

[zainul]

You have vividly painted the beauty of snowing and winter.
Enjoyed reading.

[Liefje]

Thanks so much!

[zainul]

You are most welcome!