This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
the little flakes of snow
brush against my cheeks
and cover my hair
as i walk.
the flakes do their gentle dance
whirling and swirling
around me
inviting me to dance with them.
i find beauty in the snow
how it takes
a dying world
and breathes life into it
once more.
the delicate powder
i love so much
coats the ground
with beautiful, shining white
the playful dance
of the snowflakes
reminds me
to find my inner child again.