Winter's last punch was a strong one here but, her sting is not lasting as long.
I see children enjoying the sidewalks with their Christmas toys that Winter kept hidden.
The birds are singing again, the animals stretching their legs and the heavy Robin is out and about.
If I look hard enough, I see golds, greens and warm things. I am alive.
A Childhood in WinterSnow coming thick upon steep hills beckons,<da:thumb id="388219446"/>
Excited they climb, with sleds at the ready.
Daring or fearful, a course they reckon,
With each run completed, moves are more steady.
Nerves held in check, their next turn approaching,
They watch all the others, to learn their best moves.
Younger kids listen to parents' coaching,
Older ones show confidence in their best grooves.
Over the edge and down Boreas Hill,
The oldest and bravest, they take the big run.
Steepest and fastest - a test of one's will!
Intense competition and fine snowy fun.
Winter! For children a magical time,
As snow becomes snowmen, and angels with wings.
For this older poet - challenged to rhyme,
Snow is exciting for memories it brings!
Wishing you a warm and wonderful week!! <3