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New England Winters
December 9, 2019
Black ice hidden out of sight
Lying in wait to slip you up,
And snow stacked up from the plow
Turned into forts and slides,
Racing downhill to the
Music of scraping and scratching,
Avoiding rocks and grass
With practiced ease,
Slow rides uphill from
Old chair lifts swaying in the harsh wind,
Snowballs that hit like rocks and
Snowflakes that feel of shards of ice,
Old small houses with broken heaters
And working stone fireplaces,
Throwing snow at icicles
To try and make them fall,
Oh
How I miss New England Winters
© Lauren M., Scotch Plains, NJ
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I grew up in New England and lived there until I was 13 years old, before moving to Salt Lake City. The winters there were always harsh, but there was always beauty in them. I skied every weekend with my family so most of the Winter was spent outdoors. Even though the quality of the snow is better in Utah, there will always be a place in my heart for the harsh ice of the snow and wintertime of the east coast.