Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Snow, Snow, Snow!

I’m a store snowflake, an impostor I know,
but outside is so hot and there is no real snow.
I know I’m synthetic, but I try to bring joy
to every visiting girl and boy.
I help them imagine a snowy scene,
all crisp and white and smooth and clean.
I please adults too, for you mustn’t forget
that many have never seen real snow yet.
I get a bit grubby, for I’m frequently felt,
But I’m not cold and wet, and at least I don’t melt.
There is snow of course, but it’s way south of here,
and certainly not at this time of year.
The season’s soon over, then quick as a flash
I end my days as a pile of trash.

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