Things I remember about the snowstorn of New england when i was little... |
I look out my window At the raging storm. Blurred images, howling wind. I am drawn to it. Nostalgia overcomes me. And I can remember being younger. Snow storms came and went Such an affinity I had Running outside, sled in tow, Before even an inch fell. I am back at my window, Snow drifts lock me inside. Until this storm ends I’ll remain indoors. I go back to my childhood. Me and Travis outside. Snow up to our waists It doesn’t stop us. We climb and climb. He’s too little, I help him up the hill. Sleds in tow, we position. Holding each others sleds as we rush down, Screaming. I come back to my window, A branch falls. The snow covers it quickly I remember The most vivid memory yet My most revisited winter memory. There is a snow bank, Tall as me. Pink snow suit and black boots, begin to climb. The snow is soft and I sink. I’m buried up to my waist It’s cold but I sit there. Waiting for someone to notice I’m not there, It seems an eternity before I’m discovered. Back at my window I’m haunted by a thought. If I go and bury myself in the snow, Will anybody notice I’m gone? |