A Winter Day

* On This A blessed Winter Day Dressed for the Holidays. A pure blanched Vision awaits me so I reflect out loud. Satin white angel hair snow, sleeps light on our street, enriches the raw pines in a virginal base coat of flurries. Families dressed for the holidays, lovely, quite the treat. There are voices singing, travel soft on a passing breeze.   My senses are ablaze on this blessed winter day. Children's faces bright red from play rekindle memories. Remembering crafting sculptures, the element, like clay. Snow fights, where we'd take refuge behind shrubberies Lights energized, dance with the dark as their partner. Colors, tints the nights complexion in a luminesce glow. Smoke from pillow covered roofs make my heart flutter. My days of improvised ice rinks, skating with the flow. A holiday surrounded night ignites passions deep. Making snow angels, pulled on a toboggan down my avenue, Picking a frosted pine then wrapped and thrown into our Jeep. Heading home with that years tree to dress and decorate anew. But it is now and time to play in this our new frosting of snow. With my two baby girls we use it to bake as if it were dough. Life is different now, as an adult with my children, I go slow.     Savor every moment, their youth a gift, repeats like an echo. 03~12~2014 Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest Name: Winter Poems #1