Charter Vision

Snow

The chilly winter’s breeze is starting to blow.

The little white flakes are coming down as soft as the rain dripping from the sky. In a hurry, the children put on their snowsuits.

The grass is being covered by a blanket of whiteness. The river is a solid coat of ice that glistens with every move you make.

Everything is still and quiet until… the children are outside.

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This article is from the March 2004 edition of the print incarnation of Charter Vision. It’s filed under Creative Writing, Poetry