Welcome to Day Seven of the 12 Days of Solstice Poetry Challenge 2021

This time of year, I often think back to my childhood and the blustery, frigid winters my home state of Minnesota is famous for. Today’s prompt pulls directly from those blizzardy times when the snow plows would pass by, leaving massive mounds of snow at the end of our driveway. Then my parents would shovel the driveway, creating even higher mounds on either side. Once in a while, my brother and I excavated those mounds of snow, creating snow forts or pseudo-igloos for no reason but the pure pleasure of doing it. I wrote this poem for my brother and shared it with him a couple of weeks ago. He said it reminded him of the heavy woolen mittens we had back then that would get soaking wet and encrusted with snow pretty easily. Wet woolen mittens have a particular scent to them. He remembered that, reminded me, and now that is another layer of shared memory for both of us to treasure.

Your prompt for today is: SNOW FORT

SNOW FORT

Sometimes I wish we’d
Never left those snow forts we built
Only in the deepest drifts, caverns
We dug by shovel and mittened hand

For now, let’s pretend these years haven’t passed–
Our time to play is back, our time to
Rest within snow-packed walls, let things finally be
The way we dreamed they’d one day unfold

If you’d like to share what you’ve written in response to today’s prompt, please feel free to add your poem as a comment–here or on my Facebook page where this prompt will also be posted.

Enjoy this blessed day, and I’ll see you on Day Eight!

Barbara