That's a wonderful memory. The old picture is the perfect entry into those days you reminisce about. The cold, the laughter and joy, and the hardship of winter comes through in your choice of words. I find myself missing the snow, too!

I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN NEW YORK CITY...SO, YOU KNOW I REMEMBER SNOW, INDEED. I RECALL THE BEAUTY OF FIRST SNOW AND THE SNOWBALL FIGHTS, BUT THEN ALSO THE DANGER OF IT WHEN MELTING SNOW FROZE AND FORMED AN ICY PATH. I LOVED THE DAYS WHEN EVERYTHING STOPPED AND THERE WAS NO SCHOOL(SMILE). AND TO BE QUITE HONEST, HERE AT 78...I DON'T MISS ANY OF IT AND AM GLAD THAT I'M HERE IN GEORGIA WHERE THE LITTLE BIT THAT DOES FALL OVERNIGHT OR IN THE MORNING ...IS GONE BY THE TIME NOON ARRIVES. BUT STILL...I DO REMEMBER SNOW, FONDLY. THANKS, RON. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Your lines have awakened wintry memories of freshly-fallen snow from my childhood in northern Alberta. The snow here in southwestern British Columbia close to the Pacific Ocean is just not the same, what little falls these past few years. All the best to you, Ron.

Regis (Reg) ⛄

I have found that snow is magical up to about mid-January. After that, I start watching for daffodils.

Rebecca

Snow…most people love to see that first snowfall of the year…
And who doesn’t want a magical white Christmas?
Snow can take on many guises, which you describe,
a lot depends on your perspective and circumstances…
I’ve just been reading of the Winter of 1963 here in the UK…
The snow caused major chaos for ten weeks…almost until
Easter…
I enjoyed your poem…
“There’s no business like snow business..”

Diana..🍃

You captured the feeling of winter snow back when I was a younger in nyc. You bring memories of deep snow, lasting all winter. Almost every other year back then. Still remembering riding my bike delivering papers deep into0 the night, so peaceful, so alone. This was a rarity, to be cherished.

A melancholy trip down memory lane into the winter regions of snowy wonderland. We used to sled down the slopes of the gold course nearby where I used to caddy (and made a lot of money for a kid),but paid the price for carry the two heavy bags. Lovely seasonal poem.

Oh my, have you ever struck a chord with me on this one. You have brought back my childhood into full view and touched upon my other senses as well. The coming of a deep snowfall was such an exciting time. We would play outside throughout much of the day and sometimes even after darkness fell upon the countryside. Sometimes I thought my toes would nearly freeze, but we played on. Although we wore four buckle artics over our brogans, the artics were cheaply made and split easily, causing our feet to get wet and become even colder. Then there was snow cream. It was a great substitute for ice cream, which we didn’t often have. Snow cream was made from snow, milk, sugar, and vanilla flavoring. Boy oh boy, was it good! But if you swallowed a bite that was too big, did your head ever ache for a few seconds. As the snow melted and dripped off the roof, icicles formed. Sometimes they would be three or four feet long. We’d break one off and nibble on it until it was nearly gone. As a child, we hardly ever got out of school because of snows, no matter how deep. But when I became a teacher, schools were nearly always dismissed because of snows. Sometimes we were out for days. The students were elated to be out, but they didn’t know that the teachers were probably happier to be out for those winter vacations than were the students. Well, Ron, I’m sure I haven’t said anything you didn’t already know about winter snows, especially since you grew up in Wisconsin. I could have gone on and on with this subject. This was an outstanding poem. You touched upon the good and the bad of winter snows. I can imagine you will get plenty of positive feedback on this one. Thanks much for the memories you created of snows in West Virginia during the winters of my childhood so long ago.

David

There are two sides to reality—I like your focus on beauty even though the ice and cold aren't always so nice. We're supposed to get snow soon. Wonderful but hard to drive in.
Blessings, Ron. Keep seeing what's good and beautiful!

There was a lot of snow when my children were small and they were so happy just playing in our backyard. My cat went out riding on my daughter's back. I just watched them play in the snow.

Oh, my husband would always tell us that when he was a kid there was a lot more snow. It was at least a few feet high, much higher than himself.

Now, we hardly see a lot of snow in Canada.

Nice poem! It brought back many fond memories for me.

Sandie :)