Winter Night

 Written By: Kalen Lewis

The winter's silent cold hold's still,

The secrets whispered through the snow.

The moons shining sliver high,

The foggy breath a gentle flow.

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I looked up to the sky to find the snow quietly falling, sticking to my eyelashes. There was a beautiful silence that seemed to ring through the night. I felt as though the winter was sharing a deep secret with me, whispering in my ear. My breath was visible, mingling with the sliver of the moon.

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So I wanted to share my inspiration for this short poem and story. When I was twelve years old, I visited relatives in Idaho for Christmas. The morning before we left for home in Texas, we had breakfast in a well known diner called Bucky's in a little town called Cambridge. We got a booth seat at a window. Across the street there were small trees with light colored leaves in front of an old brick museum. As I was eating my pancakes, I looked out that window, it was dim outside and little snowflakes were falling! Snow is so rare in Texas, that it just made my day. Even to this day I still think of that little moment of excitement every winter and every time I visit Idaho, and it still excites and inspires me.
About five months ago, my cousin bought and remodeled Bucky's, it unfortunately wasn't finished last time I was there but I'm excited to see the results of her hard work next summer when I visit again.