Like the Last Snow

“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling…”

— Lucy Maude Montgomery

You run along
the hardened ground
as the snow whispers underneath your feet.
one step, two steps –
You leave imprints and they are impressed
by your impertinence as your jocund giggles stick to the ground.
 
I thought the wind – could only be harsh.
the sun, only scorching.

but now our breaths crystalize in the air.
this golden hour, we are gold,
as the sun sets us afire and the mist is aglow
faces flushed red as
the wind caresses and nips at our faces
like the ginger cat down the lane.
 
We run
You seven steps ahead
Me tracing your footpaths 
in the freshly crushed snow
In this endless expanse
of the ecstatic first blush of the blue skies

the school stands still in the early morning light.
the trees are tall and topped in snow
pine needles shaking slightly in the breeze.

the white boards glitter as the sun rises
and I smile at you
My most bosom friend,
You who came to me
like the last snow.

Like the Last Snow is a poem based on Anne of Green Gables, aiming to capture the joy of the last snowfall of the winter season. It is told from Diana Berry’s point of view, Anne’s best friend.