FIRST SNOW


 

By Roland E. Williams

 

Lights in the street subdued

Just pointy grey goblets

The sky a myriad of infinite shades of grays

And what wasn’t, was a true white,

Houses afar were like dazed silhouettes

Even the regular darks were gray tonight

The ground, white, deemed icy cold, was not

Voices in the street merely loud whispers

And as soundless, out of nowhere, a snowball

Right between the shoulder blades

A giggle directs me to my attacker

As she stood there grinning

Now, figure out your first snowball

And your first snowball fight

But the tease soon became a truce

Moments later, love could’ve begun

One more good chance passed up,

You realized too many years later

 

 

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