A cold winters day.

 
The tiny snow flakes, fell one by one..
My first time remembering, the uncanny fun.
The excitement balled up and hyped up a kid,
My first memory of snow fall, I bout flipped my lid.
I peaked out the window, oh what excitement.
As the dusk settled in, this 3 year old's thought process.
To run around, the oak tree in the front lawn,
And catch all the snow flakes, in my mouth until dawn.
Nevermind the cold, I just wanted to play,
Such innocence lost, what a pitty to say.
Nothing else mattered, cept that cold white stuff,
That fell down relentless, I couldn't get enough.
I just wanted so bad, to go out and play,
With the sun setting, there was no more day.
So wait till tomorrow, when the light was long,
When I awoke, I felt so wronged.
No accumulation, to a child's dismay, 
There's always next time. I'll count down the days.