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The First Snow

by Thomas K. Hunt

The crispness of Saturday morning

With autumn now a dream

Frozen crystal feathers

On the pane form a wintry scene



Escaping the warmth of my covers

I’d skate across that old cold floor

Waking all the others

As I darted by all their doors



I’d run for the door without a thought

My mom would get so mad

“Get back in here mister”

“Before I tell your dad”



The first snow had fallen

I couldn’t feel the cold

Outside in my pajamas

Now, I understand her scold



I couldn’t wait to get ready

Opening the closet in the hall

All my winter coverings

Smelled of musk and old moth balls



My mittens on a string

Laced through my woolen coat

My scarf around my neck

To keep the cold off my throat



Snow pants in my boot tops

To keep me warm and dry

My mom would put my hat on

Right down to the top of my eyes



In a flash I was out the door

Whirling in white powder fluff

Laughing with every tumble

Man, I loved that stuff



Rolling three giant snowballs

Each one bigger than the next

To form our yards guardian

He was better than all the rest



We’d grab our sleds and saucers to

Head for Manitauk Hill

The rich kids had toboggans

For one of those I’d kill



Sledding down that mountain

As far as I could go

Lost within my winter land

So thankful for that snow



When the day was over

Before my time to go

I’d lie in a cloud of white

To form an angel in the snow



With rosy cheeks and runny nose

I’d yell out “mom I’m home”

I’d get undressed and warm myself

With hot cocoa and marshmallow foam


 

11/08/2003

Author's Note: Ahhhhh, the days of my youth

Posted on 11/08/2003
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 11/09/03 at 03:11 AM

the imagery and flow is really good. It made me picture and remember many of my own expeditions.

Posted by Julie Adams on 11/09/03 at 11:11 PM

there is an innocence threaded through this poem, and it is one I can relate to, there is an ageless appeal, memories are such an attic for us to explore, well done...peace

Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/10/03 at 03:37 AM

*softly smiling*.... you mean you still don't go whizzing down that hill.... even if only in memory? I loved this walk down memory lane...

Posted by Cole Miller on 11/11/03 at 04:47 AM

i too remember being envious of the kids with toboggans... aaaah... thanks for bringing back some fun times...

Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 11/11/03 at 09:58 PM

Hummmmmmm ... I love the first snow ... it's the best! Great trip down memory-lane!

Posted by Siri Lipscomb on 11/12/03 at 02:34 AM

Ah, those were days of innocence. You've made then so real, so well conveyed. We'd go off a ten foot bluff in a toboggan - whoosh, then thud. The ride was always worth the rattling. Thanks for the memory refresher... ~ S

Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/12/03 at 07:09 PM

Such warm memories on a cold winter's day! An excellent journey back to childhood that warms the soul as surely as the actual event frosted the cheeks. Great verse!

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