Buried between layers of chilled chocolate
and the safety of snow I shuddered
shivering against the wonders of winter.
Icy crystals piled high; rolled with grass debris,
and muddy January particles from warmer days.
I paint with a glaze of wintry water
to sturdy my childhood fortress.
A carefully placed window, a periscope
to the world of those passing by with
sheltered faces from pelting sleet.
Ping… ping… ping… popping upon trees
and bony shrubs alike; then stinging flesh.
Cars cautiously cruising down city
streets grumbling in hopes to be homebound.
A hard, cold throne I sit on exhausted;
yet pondering if I’m seen behind
my walls of molded snow, ice and water.
Toes tingling, fingers freezing I wait
out this childhood storm of life.
Humming a tune heavenward which
turns to puffs of musical fog floating…
Just one more thing to be done:
carefully slipping hand from wooly mitten,
reaching deep within soggy pocket,
Opening a solid slice of milk chocolate;
waiting now for it to melt in my mouth.
Its sweetness has found young taste buds.
This a moment wrapped in my memories
Still building forts and eating chocolate with grandchildren now… telling them the story. Linking up with dVerse at: Mining the Memory–dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar
Snow forts, the sanctuary of every child with the desire to build something. Cool. I like the completion, the celebration of achievment, the reward found in a piece of chocolate. Nice.
Every verse is filled with descriptive words that carry your audience along with you and back to the time in your memory that is so special. Love this write.
Special memories, for sure. I like how you associate it with the sense of taste…in fact, you brought in many sensual details.
Nice memories. I remember making snow forts too. No one talked about ‘wind chill’ in those days. We played outside….cold or not…with our snowpants and heavy jackets, scarves, and boots.
a great adventure to revisit, with us and with grandkids =)
nothing quite as good as chocolate…kids…snow..and good memories ;_\
Ah lovely. My kids tried to build an igloo just a couple of years ago. They couldn’t quite get a roof and periscope, but did a pretty good job.
The chocolate warming at the end is so lovely here. k.
the childhood storm of life…stood out for me here…zooming out of the moment…and there certainly is a bit of magic in each and every single piece of chocolate…smiles…lovely capture
ah, i see you like Milk Chocolate. I used to think that was the only kind, but now, i see more people like the not so sweet kind…i don’t get it. i bet you don’t either.
for the thousandth time
I like the wait and watching by the icy winter, then taking that slice of milk chocolate ~ Very nice memories ~
smiles…we used to have some amazing snow storms as a kid…not so much anymore…i remember feet of snow…and miss them…this childhood storm of life….is such an evocative line for me…and what sweet relief you found in that bit of chocolate…smiles.