Forever a child you gape and gasp
at the dazzling magic of endless starry
crystals dimpling the air as winter charges
into a landscape left desiccated and grey
by fall, transported to a time deeply etched
in memory when your childish eyes
transcribed the downy coverlet of the world
in your mind with enchantment, and fairy
tales were true as you recall the soft yielding
measures of snow packed into perfect spheres
and snowmen speaking of their delight in
release from the crowded pack and your
clever mittened hands. You remember the
pleasure of burrowing into drifts, of spreading
your arms and legs and there was born a
snow angel. The happy flight of a sled
skimming a slope to deposit you head over
heels below, the warmth and comfort, the\
laughter and the joy have never vanished
merely tucked safely deep in the bank you
know as memory to be retrieved annually in
a celebration of life and youth and nature.
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