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