Winter’s Child

Jan 15, 2023 | Writer's Blog | 0 comments

She came on snowflake slippers
Whispering, “I’m here, I’m here….
Just like I said I would be,”
And time stood still, frozen in the air.

Gingerly, I stepped out to greet her
In the twirling and whirling night.
I shouted, “Is this a dream?”
And wrapped myself in white.

With beckoning smile, she raced
Out t’wards the open field.
I hastened in her footsteps
With hopes and fears concealed.

Shortly, we reached the great wood,
And her black coat disappeared.
I hesitated to enter
As the shadows and spirits sneered.

The north wind whipped around me
As I pressed on into the dark.
Where she was leading I knew not;
My hand clutched my pounding heart.

Above the wind broke the sound
Of laughter and mirth and song.
I pressed through into a clearing –
Before me a frozen pond!

Spinning and spiraling, the girl
Of about nine years of age
Swept deftly across the ice
That served her well as a stage.

“Come join me!” she cried out in song
As she whisked by my frozen feet.
“Alas, I no longer have skates,”
My voice trailed off in defeat.

“Here you do not need them;
Come on out,” she laughed, “You’ll see!”
Cautiously, I followed her coaxing,
And soon I was soaring with glee!

With moonlight only for brightness,
We frolicked in meadowland
Until I lost my footing,
And she reached out her mittened hand.

Woolen and red were the mittens
With snowflakes about in a swirl.
I gasped and exclaimed when I saw them,
“Those were mine when I was a girl!”

My arm reached out to grab her,
And I felt something soft and warm.
Black Satin lay sleeping beside me
In her usual curled up form.

Memories broke open inside me,
A promise I made when but nine
To visit myself when older
So childhood would always be mine.

The broken clock on the mantel
All dust laden and forlorn
Struck evenly one…two…three…
And time was loosed once more.

~ Janet Mueller, writer
photo from Pixabay

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