Full Circle


Waking up to daylight,
To trees in winter wear.
Their coats a snowy white,
As winter's breath blows near.

So Brisk, and so invigorating,
As it reddens cheek and nose,
And tries to get through wooly socks
To tickle tiny toes.

The meadow is a sea of white
A shimmer in the sun
Except where dark, black Crows alight
While looking for a crumb.

Reminded of an earlier day,
When I, a boy would frolic
And dad took out the sleigh
To the woods and hills bucolic.

The feel of snow upon my face
As we barreled down the hill,
Held secure in dad’s strong arms
Was there ever such a thrill.

Cold and wet we rushed back home
Where we knew that mom was baking
With nice warm soup and cocoa
And goodies she was making.

She greeted me with kiss and hug
And asked if I had fun.
I’ll never forget how warm and snug
It felt to be that that son.

Such sweet nostalgic reveries
Of a bygone day,
Are now replaced by a father
Who himself takes out the sleigh,

And firmly puts his daughter'
Secure and tightly bound,
Upon the American Flyer
With his arms firmly around.

His laughing giggling girl
Is loving every minute
Of this scary downhill whirl
And never wants to end it.

So now we come full circle,
And I hope within my joy
That my daughter feels the same
As did that little boy.

Steven D. R