David Walker Poet Free verse

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The Anticipation of Snow

The Anticipation of Snow
David J Walker

No matter how old I grow 
The anticipation of snow
Beckons the memories of my feet
Deep in rubber boots 
We called galoshes 
Stepping into a virgin white
World of crisp cold 
The crunching sound of 
Crushing snow to the ground 
Below leaving the footprints of tread
Evidence of boys and girls 
In a playground world of winter
The picture window in the front room
Framed the storm from the warmness of
Our house where falling snow is quietly accepted 
Its joy is in the arrival 
Its secrets in the style of survival
The bitterness excepted
And the face of each snowflake a 
Fingertip printed in the icy touch of winter
No matter how much may fall
You cannot count them all
Banked by the snowplows at night

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Kim Rodrigues January 9, 2021 at 7:16 AM A joyfulness in your poem! I too enjoyed the crunching footprints of snow, seeing the wondrous display of prints going hither and thither. Sometimes a boot would come off, if it was too loose. I could go on! Fave! David Walker January 12, 2021 at 8:04 AM Thank you, Kim. I loved our Colorado Winter Playground. I don't remember the schools ever closing because of snow