Like tiny bits of feather
From a soft ol’ downy pillow,
Fell the flakes that kissed my tongue
as I looked up at all the snow.

I sadly thought of past years
From my childhood on the road,
And wonder what then happened
to that child of long ago.

The cities all grew blurry,
Sometimes the snow was rain
And Christmas trees of palm fronds
Really never felt the same.

But every now and then again,
my family’d find the glow
That fluorescent shine ‘round Christmas time
Of freshly fallen snow.

The memory of the “Once upon…”
a time when we all laughed
Bring warming tears to smiling eyes
That had frowned upon the past.

We rallied round a snowman
that became a 10 foot bear
We built a life size igloo
and had spaghetti-os in there

We snow surfed down our backyard hill,
our Grandma whitewashed brother
Sis made angels in the snow
as she’d learned from our mother.

We skated in our winter shoes
on an old park pond, and fell
While hot cocoa waited home for us…
But I guess it’s just as well.

Those days are gone; we’ve all grown up
and gone our varied ways.
But it doesn’t mean that I can’t smile
And remember long past days.

© L. Rose