[Read Write Poem prompted us to write about Traveling Companions. I'm pretty sure there's another poem in me on that topic, but this is the one that wanted out tonight.]
Snow Companions
I turn onto the last major street before my neighborhood
and despite above-freezing temperatures
the banks of snow along each driveway
shine under the streetlights.
I like the snow.
I smile again
and so does the 5-year-old me on little skis
shooting down the Colorado mountain
like I had been born there.
I feel the snow
against the back of my four-years-ago self
icing strained lumbar muscles
while snow-shoeing in Adirondack woods.
The 12-year-old me smiles
while shoveling the driveways with my brother,
having turned it into a game, creating a maze
in the waist-high white.
As I smile
so does the college me
playing in the snow that cancelled
the semi-formal dance,
building snowmen outside the dorm.
I like the snow.
We all do.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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6 comments:
What I like best about this poem is the sound, the rhythm, that carries me all the way through.
thanks, sb. i'm glad you like it.
I like how you wove all those selves in, well done.
Thanks, Jo.
Great idea, wonderfully done.
Thanks, ...deb.
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