Dear Snow, who comes and goes at whim,
Dangling, tangling scarves here and there,
Must you be so fickle and play until you stay?
Perhaps this is why, when bundled, I
love crunching you beneath my boots?
Puny hairless human, how could I not try
to toy with beings so ill-equipped for joy?
Never once have you dared to dunk
Yourself into me and be a living popsicle.
Your shells and shields refuse to yield.
The first stanza is speaking to the snow, and the second is the snow responding back.
Amaya is today’s host of dVerse. Amaya says:
Tonight, I challenge you to a two-part prompt.
1. Write a poem using apostrophe, and you can name your object/recipient, or choose to be more cryptic than declaring, “O Love…” for instance.
2. This part is optional, or you can skip the first part and just share this portion. Write a response from the perspective of your object/recipient, which will in essence also use apostrophe.
image: “Secrets in the Snow” by Debbie Miller