My Garden Gate
When I was a child we squealed with delight
when we woke up to fresh snow covering our world.
We couldn't wait to gather
our boots and coats and hats and mittens...
and rush out into the cold chilly air
to build snowmen and snow forts
and capture the falling snowflakes with our tongues.
For hours on end we rode our sleds
up and down the unploughed roads...
powered by our dog Tippy
who loved the snow as much as we did.
Winter was magical.
I'm much older now...
my creaking bones remind me of that daily.
Winter is still quite magical for me
but on cold frosty mornings like today...
best viewed from the warm side of my window.
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