Snow in the Forecast!

Will we get to experience the essence of this poem tomorrow? 

Snowflakes

 

I feel the air as I walk.

Soon, I feel it’s everywhere.

I can’t help thinking

that I am sinking.

Everywhere that I see

snowflakes are falling from the sky.

They drop down onto me

as I look up to see

that what I am seeing

are all these snowflakes are not the same.

I try to find someone to tell

but I soon realize

that I am

 alone.

 

by

Sierra R., Grade 9