Flicker of the First Snow
A quiet metaphor for beginnings that come too late.
I remember the day
when snow began softly
not enough to settle,
just enough to notice.
It was as if the sky
woke up with regret,
curving around the world
to touch everything carefully,
even things that no one saw.
I stood at the window,
a silent witness
to winter's promise
arriving quietly,
beneath the hum of traffic
and the heat of streetlamps.
That day I realized:
some beginnings are strange
not wrapped in ribbons,
just hovering
like a breath
you almost missed.
I learned then that growth
doesn't always roar.
Sometimes it flutters,
like a first snowflake
on your eyelashes,
and melts before you know it.
There are days I carry that memory
in pockets of longing
hoping for a cold sky
that hasn't forgotten how to forgive.
Because even if spring is coming,
even if my heart thaws again
I'll always remember the softness
of that single, perfect snowflake.
About the Creator
Abdullah Khan
I write across love, loss, fear, and hope real stories, raw thoughts, and fiction that sometimes feels too close to home. If one piece moves you, the next might leave a mark.
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Writing this felt like turning a page I never expected. I realized that sometimes, hope doesn’t shout—it whispers in the quiet moments. If you’ve ever found beauty in something fragile or fleeting, I’d love to hear your story.