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