no snow yet, not like it should be.
not as i remember those times when
we used our sleds everyday, school was out
just about. on the hill right in town, speeding down;
through the woods to get there.
we followed the snow falls bidding
... made tracks so others could find the paths,
for crossing walking ways ... in blanketed white
pounded down with footprints,
morning through night
... in January, crispy
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