First Year’s Snow for a Blind Girl

2023 winter is coming.

Heather Lee

Nov 5, 2023

A close up of a green and red fire bush with melting snow on the leaves. — Taken at the beginning of the snow fall on Oct. 31st ’23. Photo taken by Son

Did it snow?

I’ll never know

I must venture outside.

Hand out stuck

Looking to pluck

A snowflake from the sky.

Nothing yet

A few more steps

I guess the snow’s not here.

Wait! A breeze

From behind me

I turn. It came from where?

Just like that

The snow goes SPLAT

On my face. Winter’s here.

A view looking out the front window to show lots of snow falling from a dark sky. — Taken hours after above photo. Photo taken by Son

Author’s Note: It’s new again this year, so I’m still excited about snow at this point. Feeling it hit me in the face was a nice little “hello!” from Mother Nature. In a few weeks, I’m not going to be so happy to say “hello!” back.

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Trisha Faye
Nov 20, 2023
Oh my! That's so early for snow! Or it seems early to me, down here in Texas where our snows are rare. Which I can live with, truth be told.
Kind of rude for Mother Nature to smack you in the face like that, just to say hello. LOL
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Lu Skerdoo
Nov 10, 2023
Sweet poem.
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barry robinson
Nov 10, 2023
I am not very fond of snow myself.
Nice poem, Heather.
Take care.
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