A Page In the Snow Book By Jennifer Ngo
In response to this prompt from The Scene & Heard
The snow is not white
It is every colour of the world absent
Last day of February
The sky came down in a cold hurry
Massive snowflakes swirled around
Each taking a moment before they hit the ground
It covered everything, quick and thick
And quietly washed London’s grey away
At first everything seemed blank, covered in the same hue
Then slowly, slowly the quiet kingdom of colours came through
Yellow and sunny on the tops of bare branches, against its dark dank roots
A mantle for the cheeky pink blossoms, peeping between fresh green leaves
When sunlight pierced the grey
Rainbows filled the air
The wind carried the snow away
Scattering it multicoloured, shimmering against fields covered in icy blue
Snow in London’s a rare sight to see
And when I think of what colour it might be —
The snow is not white
It is all the colours of the world at once to me
