A lazy day of drifting snow
Curled up within my mind
Each thought, each memory
As different as the flakes themselves
Where was I when I first knew,
What snow could do for the mind?
Was it when I was a child of long ago?
Did I make snow angels?
I don’t remember any more
Were snowball fights a part of my youth?
I remember I had to work
Water needed to be carried
Animals had to be fed
Snow covered hay for the cattle
New hay had to be strewn
I remember cold hands without gloves
Did I play between chores?
I built the morning fire in the old wood stove
Carried in more wood and kindling
Making the coffee for the grown-ups
Was a must do for me
Nine children were cared for
I was one of six that went to school
Two and a baby stayed home
Did they play in the snow?
I don’t remember seeing snow angels
When I got home-took care of them
Had more chores to do-cooking ,cleaning
Dishes to do-then homework
Seems like something always had to be done
I remember looking out of the window
After I had gone to bed
Snow was falling-had it erased the day?
I don’t know was I old before my time?
Where was I when the effect of it’s softness
Made its way into my soul, my thoughts?
I remember being tired, but happy and content
Was I comforted like now by it’s beauty
I don’t remember-but it doesn’t matter
I have this beautiful day of lazy snow
As I curl up within my mind
Can’t stay long though-still have chores to do.