Sunday, December 27, 2009

Cold and bright winter light
Bundle up with all your might.
Cheery faces, noses red,
Is it time to get the sled?
Down the slop swooping low,
Watch out people, down below!
Like a skier, like a bird,
Only swishing silence heard! 
Many times we sled the hill
Many whoop and many a spill.
'Til at last Mom calls us home.
Soup and cocoa make us warm.
Time for bed now sleepyhead,
Dream of future days to sled.
Winter Wonders
Sweet delights
Snowy days
And frost-filled nights;
Memories are made of this,
Childhood times of snowy bliss.
Joanna M. Phillips