Vinton

Something about that snow

I keep coming back to

How the unfamiliar cold

Wrapped itself through my body

As I flew down the hilly pastures

A little thing

In a steel blue sky

There was magic

In my mother’s eyes

I held on tight

Cutting paths through the thick and thin

With a brother

Who was my best friend

Always loved with a full heart

And the cousin

I knew so well then

Two opposites

Brown and blonde hair tucked

Under knit caps

The dog

Whose name

No one can ever seem to say now

Would come tumbling after

Our young bodies enveloped in the white

That town blended into another

My mother’s roots

Blackberry bushes and cows grazing

I think that my mind

Keeps taking me there

Because I want to see it now

The way I did then