Having Nostalgia about Childhood in the Snow.
Looking outside the window,
streets buried in white.
Too much snow for the busses from school,
and for us, that was more than alright.
Walking outside the door.
Snow melting on your face.
Chimneys puffing the smoke of wood fires.
The air of Winter, leaving its taste.
There’s scent of your coat collar
as you’re sledding down the hill.
The cold breeze of Jack Frost,
catching you when your still.
Your ears are nipped, your toes are numb,
but hey, so are mine.
A childhood picture, hanging in my mind,
Winter memories hidden in time.