Making friends with snow
You were never my enemy.
You were an emotion to learn,
water frozen that slows down the pulse.
A memory of you is fun.
The cold wetness of you
in small wellington boots,
soggy mittens, red noses and hands
that took hours to thaw.
A memory of you is white fields
of newness that encompassed
the thrill inside the house.
How you wrapped us up deep
behind window ledges and doors
making it impossible to leave.
It`s the years one after another
the constant changes you bring,
sometimes with a lingering embrace,
other years some of us never see you.
But I love it when you freeze the gardens
and make a mockery of life; how you blockade
daily routines and numb our brains
with silly notions about driving over
and out of sight of you.
I remember that one time when I locked
myself out with just slippers on my feet.
How you saturated my toes with cold water,
like a cosy friend, how I could feel you
all over my skin.