Memories of Winters past

I remember

Snow piles way taller

Than my head,

Although it may have been

Because of my third grade height.

I remember cold so bitter

Your breath froze up

On the wool scarf

Hiding your face.

I remember

Wind so strong

It pushed you along

On your way to school.

I remember walking miles

Uphill both ways

To school and back.

Well, maybe our memories

Are colored by the years.