the swish-swish sound our snow suits made
as we lay in the soft white, making angels
and that strange squeaking
crunch from our boots
as we ran through
the yard
playing fox and geese
the sun blinding in the frigid sky,
as we watched our breath fog
in front of our faces
how odd
that we never seemed
to get cold
it's a wonder we never got frostbite
mom had to make us come in
and warm our toes
the sting when they started
to thaw almost unbearable, but
oh, how exhilarating and
alive winter made you
feel at the innocent
age of seven
with a cup of real cocoa
waiting inside, along
with the open arms
of a loving
mother