By Tracy Schruder
I remember walking in the snow,
I remember it was forty below,
I remember the chill was so frightening,
I remember the night was uninviting.
I remember water deeply freezing,
I remember skating on the Rideau,
I remember ears stinging, brutal,
I remember icicles on my eyelids.
I remember lips so cold and dry,
Yes, I remember softly fluffing hills of snow,
I remember grabbing my sled to go,
I remember racing down the hills,
I remember boots filled with snow.
I remember a hot, burning wood stove,
I remember soft marshmallows melting in cocoa,
I remember the sun slowly setting,
I remember winter days as such a blessing.
I remember soft drifts, leading to napping.
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