Snow

A poem I wrote years ago . . . . .

Snow day.
Kids outside.
Snowmen, snowballs,
Snow in boots, in mitts, in mouths.
Laughing faces.
Red cheeks and noses.
Wet hair.
Cold kisses.

. . . . . I love winter. The snow is so beautiful, the way it reflects the light - everything is bright and sparkly. The snow squeaks and crunches as you walk, the snowflakes fill up my heart. We are starting a new winter tradition since the kids are too old to enjoy the young christmas traditions - a trip to our timeshare. Everyone is loving it so far, this is the second year - skiing, hot springs, dinners out (which we never usually do), TV (we have no cable at home), a trip to the special candy store, even a trip to church which only I enjoyed (I had always wanted to see another orthodox church and listen to the choir.) So glad we like doing winter things in the winter. Winter is something so precious.