There is a solitude in the snow.
It makes you dream of things you will never know.
In the morning it moves to and fro.
In the afternoon it has children in its stow.
And in the night, as the stars are aglow,
I think of all the things I used to be in the snow.
Dhruv Sridhar is an eighteen-year-old who will be attending James Madison University in the fall. He has been writing poetry for the past year and a half.