Watching my younger son on Whiteface Mountain.




Snowbird

A swallow on skis,

He flutters and then soars

Gracefully, artistically

Like painting in the snow;

He is free and easy,

A born skier;

And he’s mine, for now

But someday

He will fly away.





Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-03-01 at 00:46

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"Like a painting in the snow." Love it.
2016-03-02



This is so very sweet. We would all like them to remain that wonderful age forever, but fly away they will, and you'll burst with pride to see them soar.
Ashe :-)
2016-03-02


Rob Graber
It's what we want and don't want, isn't it?
2016-03-01


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so joyful! And, one of my favorite pastimes. My kids are all too old to have fun with. They're all too busy "making a success of themselves"! I envy your golden moments with your son. Treasure them!
2016-03-01


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
sweet and touching, very much so.
2016-03-01