i stare outside this window
glass splintered with frost
the outside ground covered in snow
my sense of sleep is lost
a scarf, and jacket on my back
i head towards the door
my smile in tact
the cold wind blasting upon my face
my eyes left squinting,
as if i'm in a trance
one snow day a year is all we get
i must seize this day now
and leave no regrets.
the snow crushing beneath my feet
the only noise in the air
is chattering teeth
we gather up snow all day,
leaving it for tomorrow
for when we wake.
a fort, some snowballs now in stock
some so dense, and hard as a rock.
tonight, we are left to sleep
warm and cozy,
inside our sheets.
a small grin, or a smile on our cheeks.
excited for the tomorrow that we will meet.
or at least, that's what we think.
alas, the poor white flakes are gone.
the weather of Georgia had fought,
nothing left but ice on streets.
giving us all the reason to go back to sleep.
but that does not take the grin off of our faces.
with a sleigh, we are headed off to many places.
our day is not dead,
or filled with grief.
we still have a sled,
and icy streets.
its amazing how children seize the day.
they use their imagination,
in so many ways.
use it while you can.
because all of that is gone,
as our children become men.