Monochromatic

there’s snow in 

the mountains

after the fires 

from last year

it appeared monochromatic

with the streets lined with sleet, 

a powdery white blanket 

that laid down sheer

under the snow 

remained the gravel

a heap of rocks, specimens, 

and other tiny pebbles

I remember that drive and 

how it felt to look above a cliff

to fear what’s below, if we’d 

turn the wheel too quick 

my palms were 

warmed from a mug

I was surrounded by a sweater

that held me tightly and snug

Lola’s paws and the 

prints in the snow

I hope we make 

it down the ride, 

I want to see the 

sun’s final glow

- Leah Rae