Something About Snow Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I feel them.
Cold but warming.
Inside my pockets.

Inside my pockets,
I play with loose change.
While in my mind deciding...
Whether to make a snowball,
From fresh snow.
Or should I go sit in my car...
Kept running.

I remember as a child,
I would love the snow.
I would love to make and throw snowballs.
Not thinking of my hands.
Or the cold!
Or being chased.

I take my hands out from my pockets.
I feel the heat released by the change!
I hide behind a tree.
People walking do not see me.
I hit one with a snowball.

I remember as a child,
I would love the snow.
I would love to make and throw snowballs.
Not thinking of my hands.
Or the cold!
Or being chased.

Those days have passed.
I can not run so fast.
Today I drive.
Hopefully not to be recognized.

I would love to make and throw snowballs.
Not thinking of my hands.
Or the cold!
Or being chased.

There is something about snow,
That leaves an impact!