Snow: A New Beginning. (Poetry Sunday*)

A New Beginning.

I wasn’t planning on writing anything about the snow, but something changed my mind.

As I was walking home last night in yet another snow storm.

I felt each and every single snow flake that fell and made contact with my bare skin.

I looked around and for once in a long-time it was quiet and peacful, just me and my thoughts.

Not even a single soul outside besides me and Mother Nature, walking together holding hands.

No sounds of roaring car engines, no artificial lights, tire tracks or footsteps.

Just the sound of me breathing, the sound of the wind and the snow crunching beneath the soles of my shoes.

I can see everything around me despite all of the snow flakes that have found their final resting place on my glasses.

I can even see my breath each time I exhale, I feel num and forget about the cold and how much my hands are hurting.

It’s then I realized  that there isn’t a sight more prettier than virgin snow.

Untouched by modernization and the filth of the city staining its pale white skin.

I love the snow, because it reminds me of the way things were meant to be, Mother Nature in its purest form.

Using the world as her canvas, painting it all white.

As if it’s her way of hitting the reset button and giving us a fresh new start.

Tomorrow is a brand new day.

Written By Rodoël John Rooi