Tire tracks are all I see as I gaze out the rearview mirror, Hugging the memories of the day close to my heart, Enveloping myself so my mind may relive this day again.
Papa pulling me on my sled behind good ole John Deere, Every snowflake on my face a new miracle to behold. Rounding the curve, the frozen pond overtakes my view, Forgetting the chill, embracing the newness of this world. Endless icicles blanket branches that once shown autumn’s hues. Covered fields of wheat now a playground of snowmen and forts Telling tales of our dream-like day in winter wonderland.
Sipping cocoa near the fire, marshmallows tickling my nose Numb toes tingling to life while aroma of cookies fills the room. Outside the world awaits our return to sample more splendor. Words of grace pass our lips, thanking God for this glorious gift.
Dawn turns to dusk much too soon, as we bundle to head home, Away from snowy acreage, an Eden for all to embrace. Yearning eyes stare at tire marks like tear tracks in the snow.
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