Concrete language

The swirling snowflakes, each one unique, landed lightly on my tounge. The bitter, yet refreshing, feel of the frigid air. The never ending gray sky’s, and the cold-fridgid-stinging snow. So deceiving…….. You take one look and you think to yourself, ” wow, that looks really soft…. Like a cloud!” Then you reach out and touch it.
It’s hard………..rock hard.
It melted then froze back together forming one big ice sheet covering everything. Like most children, I decided I would run around and break up the ice. I had fun until about 3 hours after that when It all started to melt away, flooding the yard and making it mushy-like pancakes after they absorbed too much syrup.


Glittering, white,
Powdery softness,
Drifting slowly from the sky,
Landing like a feather,
Upon the ground,
Swallowed by the millions of others.
They stay for a while,
Then wither away one by one,
Slowly revealing the spring,
That lies hidden beneath the snow