First Snows
by Hotaru/Amber
On the first day of snow
I close my eyes,
and the flakes tickle my eyelashes.
On the first day of snow,
My dark blue hair blows in the breeze,
Contrasting against the falling fluries of white.
I feel warm inside.
I reach my home, but then,
"Ami-chan!" Usagi calls out to me.
We sit and make snow angels until well past three.
At night, I sit at home,
Alone at the kitchen table,
Immersed in another one of my textbooks,
Latin, I think.
A mug of hot chocolate steams at my side.
As I got to bed,
I open my window -
Just a crack -
And a few flakes of the snow fly in,
Coming to rest for a moment,
On my waiting hand.
My eyes close,
My mind blissfully turns to rest.
How I love the first day,
Of the clear, crisp snows.