the memories are almost all good

for the most

part there are good memories

with snowfall.

the sleds,

and snowmen,

the cancelling of school

for days.

the snowball

fights,

how beautifully cold

and white

it all was,

as far as the eye could see,

but i can't help thinking

at times

when i see the children

flying down the hills

on their Rosebuds,

about the kid, Kenny, 

who hit a park bench 

one night,

and lost a kidney.