Romans & histoires Snowfall Poetry

Ayla’s POV Snow falls in a slow, quiet drift all around me—not in the kind of way that makes it look magical. It just looks endless, a dull color of white and cold. It settles over everything—the trees, the ground, rooftops—as if trying to cover things up. As if, if it piles high enough, no one will remember what’s buried underneath. As if blood has never soaked into the ground beneath my feet or screams don’t still echo in my mind when I close my eyes.

Without waiting for his reply, I turned on my heel, the cold wind whisking past me, biting and sharp. I looked up at the sky, the grey clouds were heavy and swollen promising snow. The chill seeped into my bones, mingling with the storm of emotions inside me. And it did. As I walked down the pavement, the snowflakes fell over my shoulders like a fragment of my shattered pride. My footsteps crunched against the hard ground. Taking me nowhere. It was like I was suddenly a shell, feeling numb. Before I realised it, I stumbled into a small, deserted park. The benches and trees stand silent and lonely, covered in a thin layer of snow.

Then, suddenly, white flakes drifted down. At first, they looked like dust carried by the wind. But as more fell, they became unmistakable. It was snowing. She pushed the window open, and a freezing gust rushed into the room. Ignoring the biting cold, Danice reached out her hand. Several snowflakes landed on her palm, turning her fingers red. “…It’s snow.” The first snowfall. The night, painted with a dim moon, created a mesmerizing landscape. Danice wished she had her phone to capture it—she wanted to share this quiet beauty with Renee.

I walked over to the window, drawn by the low rumble of wind against the glass. The sky was a furious swirl of dark clouds, the air thick with the promise of snow. As I watched, heavy flakes began to fall, blanketing the ground in a relentless surge of white. The wind howled, whipping the snow into towering drifts, and the trees bent under the weight of the gathering mass. It was something I'd never seen before. Ominous and powerful, with the force to transform the familiar campus into an alien landscape.

Death. I pushed through the revolving door and stepped outside and the cold hit me immediately, the kind that reaches through fabric and finds skin. I stood on the pavement for a moment and just breathed. The street was quieter than it had been when I arrived. Fewer cars. Fewer people. The city was settling into itself the way it does in the late hours, slower and softer but never fully still. Then I felt something. Something light and cold on my cheek. I looked up. Snow was falling. Small, unhurried flakes drifting down from a dark sky, catching the light from the streetlamps and vanishing the moment they touched the ground. I stood there and watched them fall and felt the heaviness in my c

I need to get out of this island as soon as possible. ~ ELEVEN MONTHS LATER ~ The sun is hiding; the snow is falling. Snowflakes dance and twirl as they cascade on the ground. A gust of wind blew. A snowflake kissed the glass wall of my office before it descended on its destination. Ivory snowfield blanketed the streets of Manhattan. Building roofs and car hoods held a volume of sleet that will soon melt to give way for spring and summer. Until then, I’m enjoying the sight of the peaceful snowfall.

The snowflakes fall like precious diamonds from the sky. I was surprised by how quiet everything seemed. I could feel the Cold wind whipping against my face and tingling cold fingertips. The only sound I could hear was my boot crunching in the snow. The smell of damp pine trees made the air feel fresh and clean. My red cloak cap was protecting me from the snowfall that was falling heavily.

They stood at the window as snow fell, as if the sky itself was rewriting its language in light. Somewhere far north, the ice groaned — deep, alive, awakening.

Today was the day everything hinged on, the culmination of years of study and months of relentless pressure. The winter chill was unforgiving. Even after layering himself in thick clothes, the cold still managed to seep through, clinging to his skin like an unwelcome companion. As he stepped outside, snow began to fall unexpectedly, light at first, then steadily heavier. The streets transformed before his eyes, white and slick, traffic slowing to a crawl. Each step felt like a battle, his shoes crunching against the snow as he carefully made his way forward.

**Winter’s Embrace** The first snowfall of winter transformed Port Haven into a quiet, glistening wonderland. A thick layer of fresh snow blanketed the ground, covering the roofs, trees, and garden beds in soft white. The world outside was still, as if holding its breath, and the air was filled with a magical hush.