When I was a child
I think I lived
For snowy days
For not only
Was school out
But there was
The utter joy
Of frolicking
In the cold freshness
Of winter.
Snow meant sledding,
Ice skating in my sneakers,
Snowman building,
And, of course,
Snowball fights
With my brothers.
Snow brought out
The purest essences
Of childhood,
Stopping time
So that I could relive it
Years later
As I sit before
A crackling fire,
Remembering,
As I watch
The flakes fall silently
Outside my window,
With a fond smile
Curving my lips.