like the first snow,
you are there,
a soft caress
on concrete sidewalks.
gentle and intricate
your handiwork
does build,
until,
it is stacked high.
- a mountain of young child delights.
your thoughts are:
snowmen,
sleds,
and slushy fights.
your eyes are the
reflection
of white, bright,
snowy nights.
like the crunch,
underfoot,
you are there
on all our hearts.
