첫 눈 (The First Snow)

The first snowflake descends.

Twirling in the moon’s gaze,

her dainty crown shimmers

she twinkles.

The chill breeze of midnight

pinches her nose to a pink peak.

But,

the cold face of night rejects her beauty,

pushing her down and away.

Her eyes well and her lids swell.

She flutters,

from east to west,

like a lost butterfly,

majesty without address.

Wince.

A bright shot of light glows below.

A star,

like her father,

radiates warmth.

The star draws her in,

away from rejection.

Is it home?

Now,

descending with conviction,

she punctures into the grey world below.

Giving in to the pulls

and swimming against the pushes,

she battles the chilling wind with fortitude.

She shivers.

Then,

a pocket, between lifeless structures,

illuminated by her star, reveals.

With precision,

she tightly pirouettes toward the light.

Woosh. Smack.

Nose smushed, cheeks paled,

and starry-eyed,

she clings to her star.

Focusing her eyes to center,

her star reveals,

but a cold yet translucent barrier

blocks her from the warmth within.

But there,

from within,

two beings,

intimidating in stature

but warm in countenance,

sway.

The warmth of the star melts her heart

and frosted nose to a piggish snout.

The two peer in her direction,

she blushes.

“It’s snowing. The first snow of the season!”

They kiss

locking one another within their embrace.

They sway once again.

The moon fades,

the big star rises.

She must depart:

she pulls her nose off the fogged glass 

and falls back.

Swaying gently,

smoothing the thorns of the wind,

descending with poised grace,

a tear caresses her plump cheek.

The sun cradles her to an eternal slumber.

“Goodnight father”.