The Great White Drifts Of Winter

But it’s still a bit warm for it to stick

I stare out the window

And watch those little

Demon snowflakes dancing

Down and down

And my mind opens up

And memories start to leak out

Slowly as through a pinprick

In a bicycle tube

And there is snow

There is always snow

The town where I was born

Was famous for its winters

It’s two foot snowfalls

Way before anyone called it Lake Effect

It would blow and drift

And make amazing shapes

In the local landscape

Like waves of a choppy sea

Frozen in time

And we would bundle up

And attack those drifts

Intrepid Snow Surfers

In bulky winter coats, toques

And ski pants jammed into

rubber boots over three pairs of socks

We would spend hours

In those windswept white dunes

Shooting imaginary bullets at each other

Dying dramatically over and over again

We were young and invincible back then

Pint sized warriors

of our own Imaginary armies

And then we would trudge home,

Soaked to the bone

For hot chocolate and home made

Peanut butter cookies

And there we would sit and stare

Out the window

As the moon, barely visible

Flickered through the clouds

And the next gypsy squall

Wandered in off the lake

And we would dream of

New battles in the

Great White Drifts Of Winter