When in snow
Letter to the reader:
In this poem, the seasons shift, memories linger, and family ties remain strong despite time and distance. It’s a reflection on the warmth found in cold moments and the comfort of coming home—physically or emotionally. I hope it speaks to those familiar threads that connect us all, even when we wander far from where we began.
Skies blue, pink and white,
reflective of the snow,
sleds moving,
Crystal beads of H20 glitter as they slide down ski’s, removing ice.
Wheels double turn as the tyres sink deeper into the snow,
blue lips matching the horizon as the sun moves lower down the skyline.
Cool air hits my summered skin as the temperature drops.
Hot chocolate in hand, gripping tighter as I close my eyes.
Transported to another time,
A warmer time.
The horn blows, the cabin is filled with sun and the smell of the pizza fills the lido deck.
Radiant skies, orange, red and pink.
Reflective on the ocean ahead, beside and all around our boat.
Family vacations, excess of all consumables,
Food, alcohol, yet not sleep.
Morning apon us.
Harry Potter alike I look hopelessly for my specs,
as if seeing clearer would help this…night one of 7.
Lord have mercy.
Bathing suits as clothing, croissants and coffee bring us all to life once more.
Activities, agendas and itineraries informed.
Countdowns begin, 6 more days.
Eyes re-open.
Pizza and french fries, yet not as a meal.
You tube made this form of technique look easy.
It's too cold.
Crippling.
Hunger transports me to my mothers kitchen, stories being told, laughter, dogs barking, one on someone's lap, Jazz music playing slightly too loud to be considered background noise.
Memories told to guests with questioning eyes, concerned for the sanity of the DNA running through us all, belly laughter, raised voices and lives lived in loudness.
Doors open, they come and go, lives lived according to their dreams and desires.
Three children,
three different paths,
all straying at times,
some longer than others,
some returning with stories shared that bring fourth smiles on snowy mountain tops
Parents that allowed their children to breathe,
and be who they are,
to come home when they needed,
to and to give them the courage to stand alone.
Three children,
three adults,
all still adverse to authority
and all with great strength to achieve wonderful things.
Three adults that still come home when they wander out
and look to mum and dad when things don't seem right.
Phone calls at all hours,
favors given,
cars repaired,
and love always received.