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.