A Memory

I place a snowball Chrysanthemum
in a clear vase, pour water-

I stand back and remember
a star studded night.
Kids asleep, my husband and I
sneak out at 2:00 a.m.

A huge drop cloth of snow sifting
through angels' fingers drift,
flouring snow over
hedges, telephone poles,
pitched roofs of Victorian houses.
A city glistered in white excitement.
We laugh in the flase daylight,
throw snowballs.

Kids again
until
snow sneaks in gloves,
bites you cold,
and scarf's fringes dangle ice.
Time to come in,
peek at the kids,
and warm each other.