For the love of snow

by Joyce TenHave

When I was a child
new to Michigan,
except for my family
I stepped into a snow bank
delight ran through me
since then I still love snow
to walk in it
to watch it
to ski.
To ski in powder
is similar to
skiing in whipping cream.
Old brown snow reminds
me of cookie dough
I am in a vision of
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
except the love
is for snow.