Do you remember when we played outside
……………………………………………………………….in the snow
for soooooo long
our hands froze?
I wore a flower jacket and you had your GI Joes.
We walked to the store in a blizzard
to get milkshakes
the wind scrapping our faces.
We hung our wet clothes up by the fire
counting the minutes until we were allowed
to go out again.
We made snow angels
drank hot chocolate and cider
sledded down hills into traffic.
We threw snowballs in neighborhood wars
attempted to save our ammunition in the freezer
laughed so hard our tears froze on our faces.
We knew our ice world was rare.
Where was fear….the lookout…the scout?
Now I walk along the icy bridge
afraid of falling
into the river
The creative forces of the snow child
alone in her determination
to find herself
Darkness comes early
in these long wintery days
unfolding in the mystery
I feel trapped in my desires
as the scout watches my every move
trying to warn me of danger
The snow is now like a cave
signaling solitary confinement
trappng me like Persephone
Where is the snow child….the magic…the ice world?