We walked:
fresh socks on fallen snow
the sound of crunching beneath,
ducking here and there
under tree boughs
as we sang our winter song.
We climbed;
up high on the hillside.
Rides, set down on the snow,
sleds; red pavement on white.
Pushing as we tried
to gain our momentum.
Laughter echoes
we can see its breath,
frozen in time;
confetti air.
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