snow angels
My back presses against the cold,
shivering as an unseen weight holds me down.
Snowflakes drift upon my face,
and I am content.
Each delicate flake buries me slowly,
one by one,
as if I were not here—
just another blade of grass,
lost beneath the vast, quiet blanket of winter.
@twerp
That was a very pleasant poem. I liked it's calm softness, and found it very peaceful. It brings up very nostalgic feelings. Thank you for sharing it with us all.
@twerp I like it!
@twerp This is such a powerful and haunting poem. The imagery is so vivid - the way you describe the snowflakes as if they’re slowly burying you “one by one.” There’s something almost meditative about it, as if the speaker is becoming one with the quiet, vast winter. The contrast between the cold, heavy weight pressing down and the contentment the speaker feels is really striking. It’s like a surrender to the moment, to the stillness, even in the face of something as isolating as being buried by snow.
The line - “just another blade of grass, lost beneath the vast, quiet blanket of winter” —it captures the feeling of being insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet there’s a sense of peace in that loss. The rhythm is gentle, almost like the slow fall of snow itself, making the whole poem feel like a quiet, contemplative experience.
It’s beautiful how you’ve woven together both the external cold and the internal calm. It’s a lovely reflection on solitude and nature. Twerp, you’ve got the gift of poetry to make the ordinary things into meditative and contemplative experiences. I love how you subvert mundane things and see poetry in everything.