The air pricks at my skin as I stare off into pewter skies surrounded by the shimmering glitter of falling snow,
And I think of you,
I think of frolicking through the drifts like old fools your hand in mine,
I think of how beautiful you'd look framed by a winter's sky crowned with snowflakes,
I think of the old days with cocoa and marshmallows sitting by the fireplace with the scent of pine filling the room,
I think of the days when we'd huddle beneath blankets together after a day of hiking through snow-covered conifers that looked like they came out of a storybook we read, our cheeks bright red from the biting wind,
How beautiful you looked rosy cheeked with a smile on your face that rivaled that of the happiest of men,
I think of you as I gaze over the fields of snow the rope to our old sled in my hand,
And miss those nights, our faces pressed to the cold panes of a window watching the flurries of sparkling snow,
I miss the fiercest of battles we ever fought with balls of snow, the oh-so-triumphant whoops I'd hear as I'd catch one to the face,
And I miss you, my old companion.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
