The Winter Evening


I could feel it breathe close to my breath.


Gliding on the frozen lake by the town hall,

It felt like a childish hour had come along.

Swinging my arms to welcome that winter evening,

I smiled and laughed and looked so happy.


Cold now, I could hear my own laugh ringing in my head,

Numb, I could still feel the joy of sliding over the new patch of ice I had discovered.

My blades mounting the creased snow on the two sides.

Marking the silhouette of my dance.

The heat of my blades had formed a thin film from the wet air.


Darkness. Shrill Pain. Banishing cold.

As I fell through the very ground that I had known to be so heavenly,

My mind flashed mere jigsaw pieces to an incomplete puzzle.

It had gotten so quiet- that I was forced to hear the noise in my head.


I wanted to pull myself out of that-

And hide myself in the brightness of the sun;

And lay there as long as it would take

for it to all melt away-


I could feel a breath closer to my breath,

And slowly, very slowly there came around a blurry face.

This winter was cold, infact colder than I had ever known it to be.

Yearning for the warmness of my baby blanket

I decided to wait for the spring to come around-

When the ice on the lake would be gone

And no would remember of that winter evening, except me.


I had loved to skate, just glide along life freely,

But now, more brittle, more experienced, more cautious,

I knew I’d never be able to skate my heart out again. 

For this cold evening I wish to forget, I only remember so vividly. 


By Sonia Agarwal’13