Crisp (an acrostic poem)

Cold water vapor condensed in front of Jeremy with every breath

Running in between the snowflakes was usually relaxing

Instead it further fed the fears Jeremy was fleeing from

Soon he would have to return home to his wife of twelve years

Perhaps he would recognize her this time

 

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Crisp (an acrostic poem)

Cold snowflakes danced on the swirling winds

Racing to see how fast they could blind me

I laughed at their tickles as they flew by

Slowly I skated across the pond

Proving that I wasn’t totally a sloth in bracing weather

 

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The Phoenix Arises

Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens.  It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground.  My iPhone had died in the fire.  It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved.  Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life.  I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died.  I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.