Inside Out

Snow Child

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?
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