Snow Storm
If I had seen this
snow storm
in the cinema
with it's
fluffly texture
and sparkles more magnificient
than a field of
engagement rings
I would have said,
"
It's not real."
I have lived here all my life
I have seen
more dramatic blizzards
In my youth, I would only see
the glimmering crystals
and snow weighted branches
not the danger in
snow white's embrace
I clapped when we would
lose control
My
mother, white knuckled
her instinctive arm protecting me
as I slid toward
red lights
I am no longer immortal
Jaded by mistakes, tempered with caution
My fingers clenched on the wheel
trying desperately to find
my own roads
I fear
this beauty
I still see
the sparkles
but I am happy to be
home