SNOW – To fret or to . . . go sledding!

IMG_0461While I think last weekend’s winter storm didn’t pack quite the wallop forecaster’s feared, it did cover us up in quite a bit of snow. Which is lovely and terribly inconvenient if you want or need to go anywhere.

Thankfully, we haven’t had a pressing need to drive anywhere, but once the sun came out we were itching to at least get out and walk around a bit. Especially Thistle!

On the one hand, this snow is quite the disruption to my regular schedule. On the other hand, it’s a delightful respite, forcing me to just sit back and take in all that glittering whiteness.

And then go plowing through it!

Thistle ran and jumped and played. I made a snow angel. My husband demonstrated his snowball throwing accuracy. And I thought back to those wonderful childhood days when snow meant one thing–sledding!

SLEDDING

Walking home at dusk,
dragging the runner sled slow,
we look back and see the wonder
of snow-broken field criss-crossed
with track of sled and dog and child.

Here is evidence of a winter’s day—
setting sun catching in a far trail
curving down the hillside—
a sudden glint of ice brighter than
diamonds or stars or tears.

Before us a single track leads home,
left much earlier, in another light,
when the sun stood high
and a pure hill of unbroken white
sparkled with promise.

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