Novel & Cerita Snowfall Poetry

CADEN: I fall down on the fluffy bed of ice with my head facing upwards to the dark sky. The icy downy flakes are coming down to reach out to me giving me the cold sensation on my skin. My eyes get closed as I fall down but they are conscious enough to be opened one more time. My eyes open slowly as I see the light passing through the falling snow making them extremely beautiful with luster and shine in them. I have never seen such a beautiful scene. For the first time in last one year, I feel so much calm and peaceful as I look up in the sky.

My feelings now are the same as they were that Christmas sixteen years ago—sadness, numbness. Checking to see if anyone is watching, I slip quietly out the mudroom door onto the wraparound veranda and hurry to the railing at the back corner of the deck. No one can see me from any window of the house here. I need the respite. Tiny, dry snowflakes drift in the stillness—the result of a late autumn cold snap that promises a long, wet winter. Their predecessors coat the fallow fields in a gauzy sheet of white. I watch their seemingly aimless movements and light the cigarette I bummed from one of the guests. Wrapping one arm around myself against the cold, I inhale deeply and tolerate the shiveri

And together, we would carve a path towards a future that held the promise of brighter days. As I stood by the sink, rinsing the last of the dishes, I glanced outside the small window. The world beyond was cloaked in darkness, but amidst the inky blackness, delicate snowflakes began to descend from the heavens. The sight both mesmerized and worried me, for with the snow came a biting cold that would soon seep into our worn-out house.

“Eating breakfast in a world that ended last Tuesday. Or was it autumn? You never settled on a date—said you’d decide later, when you knew how the story would go. The snow started falling the exact moment you opened your eyes here. It hasn’t stopped since. I think it’s waiting for you to make up your mind.” Isadora looks at the window again. Snow is falling harder now, so thick she can barely make out the drop-off at the mountain’s edge. She did not write snow. She wrote drought, dust storms that choked out crops and drove men to tear at their own skin in desperation, a world dying of heat and thirst. She wrote cracked earth and empty riverbeds, not this white silence that covers everything

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

The sapphire frost did not fall like snow. It fell like shards of a broken sky, silent and razor-sharp, each flake carrying a microscopic weight of the Void. Where it touched the jasmine petals, the flowers didn't just wither; they crystallized into brittle blue glass that shattered with a sound like a dying gasp. The sweet scent of the valley was replaced by the ozone of the Deep—a cold, metallic smell that made the lungs ache and the blood turn to slush.

I feel bad for the guy. As I sit there staring at his information, I began to hype myself up for this. " You got this Snow! You are a cold blooded killer! Heartless! Terrifying. Just pull the damn trigger!" I had been struggling to do that lately, but I seem to always find a way around it. I seem to make it better, as if I am trying to make up for something that I missed out on. I put my gloves on and talk myself through everything again. “ It’s the 12th one today, Marrieotti hasn’t caught on just yet. So I have time! Time to fully perfect this, 12 families…. 12 fucking families, that I have hidden away.”

Their white skin gleams like ivory in the dark night. The forest spreads out forever. Trees stretch in every direction. No path shows. No end appears. Branches reach out and slap my face as I push forward. Sharp twigs scratch my skin. Snow falls into my eyes and mouth. I wipe my face with my sleeve. My boots sink deep with every step. The leather grows wet and heavy. My breath comes out in white clouds. I fall forward suddenly. My hands and face land in the snow. The cold burns my skin. Snow fills my mouth.

Atif believes that his heart will survive and he's going to be fine. “Thank you for understanding me." Haya said. Atif didn't answer. They are in that dramatic moment when a cold wind blows from the window. The snowflakes gets in when the wind blows hard. They both quickly go to the window and look out to see what is happening outside. The weather gets bad as if there is a snow storm. A snowstorm is a very heavy fall of snow, usually when there is also a strong wind blowing at the same time. The snow begins to cover the street. The street looks icy. Atif's car is almost covered with snow flakes.

Just before my wedding began, Mom suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed. I abandoned everything and rushed her to the emergency department myself. But the moment we arrived, a message appeared in the family group chat. "I've got Rachel tricked into going to the hospital. The ceremony can begin." Dad replied immediately, "Don't worry. I'm already walking Serena down the aisle." My brother, Andrew, added, "Serena waited ten years. Today she can finally marry Isaac openly." All three messages were deleted almost at once. Then my best friend, Phoebe Langdon, accidentally posted a video from the ceremony into the group. In the video, my younger sister Serena Calloway was wearing the w