Snow

1953
I am eight
Walking to my
School in the new
Snow-making footprints
Backing up in my tracks then
Jumping to start new prints
At angles playing feeling
The crunch with each
Step then after class
Walking back home
In the gray slush
Of melting ice
And snow I
Slide hop
Saunter
Skid
Along home
Putting on dry socks
Holding my feet by the heat
Vent as I look at pictures
In books or magazines
Unaware of the ice
Forming next
Morning
Happy
Warm
Oblivious
In childhood.