Evening Well Spent

As I walk along,
snow crunches beneath my feet.

Off in the distance
a train whistle blows,
breaking the cold,
crisp air of the evening.

Away in the distance, I see my son,
his cheeks are glowing red.

We bound off together
getting ready to sled.

The snow is crystal white
as we zip down the hill into the night.

Shimmering trails we leave behind
as we sled down
over and over again.

We laugh and we tumble
then climb the hill to the top.

Neither one of us want
this magical evening to stop.

As if to forever imprint
the moment into our souls,
we lay upon the earth
and make heavenly snow angels.

No one could give me
a better event.

A late-night sled with my son,
an evening well spent.

Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

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