oh snow.
oh oh snow.
snow is my heritage in this body.
as much as I may shiver snow runs in my blood
ice shades these veins blue like water trapped under
the thick white layer that covers a pond.
my heart still pumps love and it pumps true
heat like that of a flame or torch
it pumps hot like pipes too cold to touch.
all these years i have played in the snow
forts with frozen teacups,
snowballs and snowmen.
later I walked and stumbled down icy streets
protected by walls of snow pushed up by the plows.
higher than houses it piles all winter
until a child can jump without looking out
the window with a whoop!
snow puddles on the stairs and bedspreads.
I scuffle my boots through the crunchy icy stuff.
no matter where I am I remember who I have been
with each and every snowfall I am once again
that child.
I look upwards with laughter
snow in my bones
smile with frosted lips.
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