I Blog Poetry and Prose

Waling through the snow on a cold December night, while listening to the crunch of her footsteps. A Snow Angel contemplate the beauty of the stars, sparkling like candles on a Christmas tree. She inhales the frigid breath of winter, and laughs. Life is good. Winter is a cold, but pleasant time of year. She remembers the snows of early spring or of late autumn are different from December snow. To her, December Snow seems fresher, purer, and more resilient.

Nothing can obscure summer's memory, it is always there. Sometimes, like the brown grass of fall, it hides beneath a blanket of snow. It hides waiting for scent, sound, taste, touch, or sight to awaken it, like the warm sun of spring awakens the green grass. Summer memories are either blessing or curses depending on the emotions associated with them. Summer memories can take us back to our childhood, and bring either laughter or tears.