Cold and bright

Winter light

Bundle up

With all your might

Cheery faces

Noses red

Is it time to

Get the sled?

Down the slope

Swooping low

Watch out, people,

Down below!

Like a skier,

Like a bird,

Only swishing

Silence heard.

Many times we

Sled the hill

Many a whoop

And many a spill

'Til at last

Mom calls us home

Soup and cocoa

Make us warm.

Time for bed now

Sleepyhead

Dream of future

Days to sled.

Winter wonders

Sweet delights

Snowy days

And frost-filled nights;

Memories are

Made of this

Childhood times

Of snowy bliss.

 

--fleur   15.i.05