Springtime Snow – Sonnet XXVIIII

Oh, sixty years ago I was just born,
A child like you; together we all know,
In early spring the heaps of drifted snow,
All captured in our homes, and so forlorn,
Break out the buckled boots and mittens worn,
So we might go outside to build and grow-
Our Frosty men and whitened forts just so,
Yes, make our mark upon this wintry morn,
Our children now have children of their own,
And, daily build their fam’lies springtime fair,
Fond wondrous mem’ries in their minds are sown,
One day the mirror reflects, and they will stare,
We see in March on snow our grandchild climb,
Their mountain forged in mem’ry for all time.

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 27, 2013