Traveling Companions

[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.