Poem

Fresh snow layers
white veils
empty sheets of paper
waiting to be filled.
Microscopic crystals
with chaotic tracks.
A crazy flake dance
on top of red smiles
with warm caps
and gloves already soaked.

The snowmen melted
their members were sucked
by the frozen soil.
The sun appeared
with its irradiating smile
flying above the school.

par Filippo Liberio