The Snow

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 19 Feb 2018
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is here -- again.

See flowery flakes quickly

from the north-west

pursuing a not-so-lazy current

of wind. No picnic today

as unexpected fluffy-stuff

inherits the land.

 

My mind races back to boyhood:

Look mom. Snow. Great

tobogganing today.

Thank goodness for Saturday

mom said. Now go play

 

Such a comparison of dread

& excitement from a boy

now older in an ancient domain

of aging limbs. Memories

surround him and his widening smile

will last until forever arrives.

 

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher

 

Certificate U
Poem
Words that Matter
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I guess the enjoyment of snow gets more child-like again as we get older, as the need to travel for work doesn't bring the frustrations usually. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you very much, Rhiannon. For many years living in northern Quebec and Ontario meant winter Fairs on ice: snowmobile, snowshoe, dog, and motor cycle races. Plus we tented overnight many times. Such good memories.  -Richard

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Isn't it great to look back Richard. Those times when we could play all day and chase our dreams.

I enjoyed reading your poem and how you welcomed the snow.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

HI Jenny, your work is extraordinary and thank you for your encouragement. Lately I am experimenting a bit, which keeps the muse strong. Getting older, I am a young thinking 75, my mind is full of memories and my heart feels a need to recapture those moments..  

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

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