The Snow
By Richard L. Provencher
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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
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I guess the enjoyment of snow
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
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Isn't it great to look back
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.
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