Blizzard
Malcolm Kurtz | 7th Grade, Room 217
A little Gray Building
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I wake to a white backdrop pulling my attention to the window
A desert of pale sand consuming everything.
Each symmetrical flake of ice forms a bigger picture of
snow-covered streets, houses and trees
Every step is recorded under the files of snowstorms
Indented into the snow, a boot shaped imprint tracking
how far you’ve walked and where your feet have taken you.
I thrust open the door and cold wind shakes the newspaper
as it blows the napkins off the dining room table
The first step into the snow rushes holiday memories into my head
I trudge through the flurries