Oh Snow! (For Scarlett)

One day the snow popped its head ‘round the door asked if it could stay a week or maybe more. Our smiles said “Sure! ” In & out out & in we lived in its whiteness until my feet as if they weren’t part of me no more demanded to come in dreaming now of a roaring fire. Flames! Flames! I stuck my feet in front of the fire preferring chilblains to frostbite but the snow kept on calling for me. “Come out...come out...jump about in me! ” I put my feet in my wellies sent them out to tramp about in the fields of memory but I kept the rest of me inside hugging the fire cuddling it as it cuddled me. A survivor of my first ever remembered snow that falls forever over & over as it remembers me.