Remembering Snow

Do I really want to sit here and tell tales about my memories of snow? If there were little people here and I wanted to keep them entertained I could tell stories of snowball battles, of sledding at Front park on a hill above the marina in view of the Peace Bridge. I remember when we (brothers and I) got a new sleigh with a steering mechanism that you worked with your feet. And it worked. You could start turning as you neared the bottom of the hill and make a 90 degree turn before you hit the snow bank at the bottom which kept you from going out into the road.
     I remember riding the toboggan down the hill at our first house in barren hill and smashing the front on a hidden tree stump.
     I remember the hood of the old car that became a sled. I remember loading groceries on it to carry them from the road to the house. I remember also towing it behind the skidoo with little riders.
    Ah but now snow is only something to be endured. A burden to bear until spring comes. But then would I appreciate spring as much if it wasn't preceded by winter's icy blasts? I remember when I was in Miami how I missed the change of seasons. But I don't remember that I missed winter as such. If it weren't cold could I enjoy the snow? Silly question because if it weren't cold it wouldn't be snow. I think of "sand boarding" which I believe is done.  Ah so but enough. 

Waiting for winter II

Waiting for winter II
I sat here and wrote just a few days ago
    About waiting for winter, and fun on the sled hill.
Today I looked out and saw wind blowing snow
     Then I went out to shovel and felt a real chill
And wished, how I wished that winter would go.


amen

Waiting for winter

The colorful leaves of Fall have gone.
       The coldish wind that arrived today
Snatched and drove them from my lawn.
        And while I'm not sad  they've flown away,
It means that soon a new season will dawn.


The season of cold and snow and sleet.
       Shovelling, brushing, plowing the drive.
Toques for heads, and boots for feet
        With the warmest of coats you can survive,
As Winter's worst with a smile you greet.


Enjoy the first snow as you dash to the shed, 
        Coated mittened and toqued for fun
You search 'til you find your favorite sled.
        From the top of the hill you plan the first run.
Think of the speed, of the thrill just ahead.