Backyard Sledding

We were bundled up in our blue, red, yellow 

jackets and snow suits; puffy wind breakers,

bright against snow.

We trudged up the small hill, just

to slide down and repeat.

Never stoping.

Up the hill and back down. Until, 

our small bodies were chilled to the core. 

Out of breath from our frantic scurrying,

like chipmunks in spring, we decide to 

retreat to the warmth of home. 

Mom gave us warm clothes to

snuggle in and warm our frigid, shivering skin.

We set our sopping wet snow suits in front

of the fire. Watching cartoons, 

we drank hot cocoa next to that fire, 

in our warm cloths, as the fire 

slowly thawed our frozen bodies

We waited for the snow suits to dry, 

so we could go out again. 

But it was getting dark; the day was ending. 

As the sun set on that day 

so did it set on our childhood.