Snow Day
I cannot help
    but look out on new snow
        with memories and dread and wistfulness.
Memories of a childhood
     of swooshing down hills,
         around curves
            and under fences
                   on a Flexible Flyer
followed by warming cups of hot chocolate
      and conversations reliving it all.
Today
    snow brings dread
       of slippery roads
            and other drivers
who may not apply their brakes
   soon enough to avoid me.
But mostly snow in the driveway
    along streets and hills
makes me wish I were 10 again
   not yet worried about idiots in cars.