Snow Bunting
it is negative degrees out,
as I, a freezing drop of cloud,
dance downward.
supersaturated air fashioning my
circular six arms
forming a symmetry similar to my mother's.
I saw her flying,
an elegant bird, with wings
of painted brown
piercing eyes, contrasting with
the white background
she chased the clouds,
as I chased gravity.
I thought you'd catch me
but the brittle ice crystals of my body
began to melt quicker
than I could miss you
as I, a freezing drop of cloud,
dance downward.
supersaturated air fashioning my
circular six arms
forming a symmetry similar to my mother's.
I saw her flying,
an elegant bird, with wings
of painted brown
piercing eyes, contrasting with
the white background
she chased the clouds,
as I chased gravity.
I thought you'd catch me
but the brittle ice crystals of my body
began to melt quicker
than I could miss you
Angelica Joy is a writer and student. She has been published in The Laconic and Junto. She is currently working her way through college in the pursuit of an English degree.
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