Dust of Snow

By Robert Frost

The first snowfall of winter, a scene of white perfection plucked out of all childhood imaginations. One  waiting to be explored and trampled into a chaotic maze of lonely tracks.

All inner-children set free, delighted at the interuption of day-to-day mundanity.

Don’t forget your gumboots.

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Held in suspense.

Where the snowmen play.

Skeletal.

Refreshed.

Power of the sun.

A glaring glimpse.

Flocking to freedom.

Trampled.

A frosty welcoming.

Got the blues.

Puff puff puffing.

Slide and glide to a wet bottom and red cheeks.

Oh the patience of a snail, waiting for the thaw from the love of the sun.

Reach.

Peek-a-boo.

Away with the blues with this boy.

Reds resilience.

La – lavend – lavendeuurrr.

Hibernating.

Keep warm kittens, winter is magical.

Peace to the world.

x

p.s. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971) – genius.