When did snow flakes lose their magic?
There was a time when
a forecast of snow brought me thoughts
of joy and hope
of freedom and fun
of warm coats and mittens
floating around me like the flurries of snow.
Most of all was the question,
would there be enough snow
to make ice cream?
We’d gather one big bowl of snow
(usually all we could find)
and with a dash of vanilla and a cup of milk,
we ate the best treat in the world.
But that was before I knew responsibility,
how deep it runs,
availability of power,
world wide business needs.
And somehow I now see
the snow is lying on top of the ground.
There isn’t enough vanilla or sugar to sweeten the cream.