down, down the snowy hill
frozen giggles and mittens grabbing joy
grab it, winter girls, ride it
on sled tracks and carefree clouds
to all of your nows, laugh and again
feel the white delight of unbroken mornings
become the sky, it’s yours
enjoy the ride
Talking to the Clouds 
Lovely shot, crisp and clear just like I imagine the air to be.
Thank you, and, yes, the air was crisp, clear, and cold!
Great title because this brought me joy to read.
Thanks so much 🙂
A wonderful poem of release … Happy New Year.
Beautiful, thank you 🙂
I remember sled rides…you capture those youthful emotions well in your poem.
Ah, the joy of being a kid on a sled…brings back memories.
i agree! i miss those days.
me, too, but I did manage to hop on, too 😉
Awesome! So much fun!
Sometimes we used a plastic bag : there’s a memory for you!
Fine words: happy new year, sledges, plastic bags and all.
Yes, we improvised lots of times when we were kids to…and we had to walk back up the hill. These girls got rides back up the hill on snowmobiles!
Reblogged this on My Blog snuppy.
Thank you very much!
Nice! So glad you visited my blog!
I will be back!