Snow

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Arav Kodali

 

I don’t understand you.

You say you love me:

My shape, my color, my taste.

The way 

I blanket you,

The way 

I fall.

You say it’s beautiful, so

I continue, falling, for you.

My cold touch,

You say it’s delightful.

Yet

When we meet,

You seek warmer comforts,

Saying

You like it hotter.

When you approach me,

You put up walls,

Saying

You can’t lay yourself bare to me.

You brush me away

saying I’m in your way.

Why do you treat me so?

I wonder and wonder

Yet still, 

I cherish my time with you,

and you lament my departure.

I can’t stay long,

But I return as soon as I can.

When I arrive next,

I try to give you more of me.

I fall harder, quicker, and greater,

But you hide in the warmth.

You say I’m too much.

I can’t understand you.

Do you love me, or do you not?

In truth, you only enjoy me,

But as long as the temperature allows,

I will return

To you.

 

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Arav Kodali is a computer science and English double major with a minor in creative writing in the SAS class of 2028 from Union, NJ. He loves using his writing to share interesting thoughts and ideas, and hopes you might also enjoy considering them. He is excited for this to be his first published piece of, possibly, many.

Arav wrote this poem in a course taught by Richard Murray, who selected the piece for inclusion in WHR.