I remember snow

Crunching under my boots

Forming it carefully into a snowball,

mittens become wet on my skin

as I threw it as hard as I could.

I remember building snow forts

With little tunnels

and seats too cold to sit on.

I remember sledding,

waxing the runners

speeding expertly

into my grandparents’ yard.

I remember Ice skating

trying to keep my ankles straight

while I attempted a figure 8

on the frozen tennis court.

I remember snowmen

built in the front yard, rolling the pieces

around the yard, over and over

making trails across the lawn.

I remember snow,

brutally pounding my skin in a blizzard

when my car broke down.

I remember shoveling walks laden heavy and deep

Filling back up as fast as I could empty them

I remember sliding through streetlights

Driving into snowbanks out of control

I remember snow,

glistening in sunlight

The softness of the snowfall in the silence of night

The reflection of Christmas Lights

I never miss the cold, the brutality

I miss the laughter

I miss the joy.

I remember snow in all its forms

The sound of crunching under my boots.