Waking up to white
drifting down outside blanketing clean.
Bundling up warm we carefully make our way down the icy slick
stairs. Quickly build
forts and throw
snowballs until hands numb and wet inside our wool mittens. Inside again, the
mittens would be drying steamily on the heater. During
recess packing snow to roll larger until it becomes too lumpy and heavy to push alone, leaving a path revealed of
crushed green glimpses of
summer.
Icicles would form down the eaves of the house, growing slowly longer over night. Standing on the waist high wall that ran along
porch edges to break off as close to the base as possible, sometimes shattering. Resembled
crystalline carrots, slowly tapering with occasional lumps to a delicate slightly rounded wandering point. Large and transparent blurry, clean spotted occasional
flecks embedded as first fallen untouched snow in the morning.
Precursing snow
puddles would
freeze over. At first small filliments of ice spreading across the surface difficult to see, upon touch revealed while crumbling. Wind would grow colder steadily
ice would thicken until it was possible to stand upon lightly without
shattering. Then break the edges away to lift up a dripping murky sheet for cold sun to wander through, until at last frozen
numb hands it was dropped
shattering small sparkling chunks sliding over the
cement.