A February Blizzard

I remember, when I was young
Valentines day snows
Taking cookies to the man
who manned the snow plow
That blizzard was one
we will always remember
When our cheeks were red and rosy

Then several years later
Trudging through ankle deep snow
for what felt like a mile
Dragging sleds
Bundled in hats and gloves and scarves
Flying down the hill
Cheeks red and rosy

I remember
Traveling to the north
Skating across the frozen lake
Skiing across the snow
Sledding down the hill
Cheeks red and rosy

But now, as the wind howls outside
The snow shooting toward the ground
I'm inside
Warm
Just writing.
With warm cheeks.
Warm words.