First Snow Falls on the City
First Snow Falls on the City
Running Until Out of Breath
Walking home from skating
Streetlights burnished between the panes
My nose drips a stream of clear
Viscous threads.
My breath smokes in puffs
My lips crack with each exhale
My fingers stick to the wet mittens
Tiny balls of ice at the tips
Cold yet fuzzy.
Snow crunches underfoot
My boots crackle and press, leggings swish—
Cast shadows through dark tree limbs
Sound blanketed in frozen thoughts.
Adagio Micaletti
Winter's Garden Party
Photo courtesy of Nancy.
Italian Handful 
Wonderful! I sometimes miss the calmness that surrounds oneself after a big snowstorm, especially when it is late at night or early in the morning. It’s reassuring in a way I can’t quite find the words for. Thanks for inspiring that thought.
Let it snow let it snow….
Absolutely beautiful, Adaggio! I love the photos, too.
Thanks Brady! Didn’t think about running…and runners. Happy Holidays!