Twilight Snow

Snowflakes falling.

Mother calling.

Icy trees.

Sopping knees.

Nature’s flour still sifting down.

Try not to fall and break your crown!

One last twirl.

"See you, white world."

Fire blazing.

Sofa lazing.

Night falling.

Fingers thawing.

Dear Mama,

I wrote this poem in lament about the snowless winter of 2011 through 2012. I was inspired when thinking about the memories of when it would start snowing for the first time. The rest of the kids and I would get such joy out of running around in the wet snow, freezing our fingers off until it got to dark to properly see. You would call us inside, welcoming us with fresh socks and a cup of cocoa. Granted, we didn’t have a fireplace, but that just seemed to fit into the poem… so you can pretend we did.

It’s vivid memories like these that I’ll always hold dear, and I hope you will too. I know your children argue and squabble like territorial squirrels sometimes, but we have rare moments of peace and harmony, too. I know we’re all going to grow up and have families of our own, but we’ll all remember our childhood that included things like this.

Every time I read this poem, I can’t help but smile. It’s simple, relying on the images created to paint a picture of the memory. I’m dedicating this to you because I want you to recall these special moments, too. I hope you enjoyed it.