My feet crunch the new found snow,

Chasing my brother through the front yard lit by orange skies,

Holding that perfect snowball in my soaked mitten,

I laugh my youth into the crisp air,

Happy and free to be a child,

Enjoying my reddening cheeks crinkling with my smile,

We climb the small hill formed by dad's snowblower,

Awarding our conquest by marking the snow with our foot prints,

Like the first man on the moon,

We build a snowman as tall as our future selves,

Using the teamwork we need each other for,

Showing we can accomplish the seemingly impossible,

The clock ticks by our unaware minds,

Mom having remind us of the time forgotten,

We gather at the door,

Brushing chilled rain from our former warm clothes,

Abandon the damp at the door,

Every snow garment left to dry for the next day,

We revive ourselves with packets of cocoa with the marshmallows,

Talking of our adventures in the cold.