Snow has arrived
Like a million
Tiny white punch
Lines gathering one
Atop the other
Creating a comedy
Which tickles me
Like fingers moving
Across my ribs
Like meeting someone
New yet vaguely
Familiar thinking that
Someone like him
Had brought joy
To me once
And now wondering
And even hoping
If just a
Little bit that
Like a toboggan
We’ll sit slide
And glide over
Life’s hills eventually
Landing somewhere in
A pile of
Snow laughing together
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 