When The Snow Falls

There is something rather beautiful

About an early evening snow fall

I remember as a child in my window

Looking into the light that might show

Hoping to see flakes wafting past surreal

In waves delightful, visual, soft and real

This suredly meant winter was newly ours

I could watch the avenue lamp for hours

Eventually focused on cars and the hill

Assuming ascent providing a certain thrill

Became a child’s visual recreation while

Solo vehicles maneuvered in single file

Some with certainty traveling reasonable

Speeds to maintain traction still available

Yet always the fishtail failure from nowhere

When halfway along the summit they swear

“I can make it, I can climb this damning hill”

Now their lives in a moment became a thrill

For when the snow falls we all know memory

Delightful ice driven frozen delicious energy