quinzy

we made a good one once
shovelled snow into big backyard pile
and then more

let it harden with a shell
white mound
made by father and son

then dig out with tiny shovels
small hole for entrance
mother watches amused
baking cookies

we crawl in
father son daughters
cozy cocoon of white breath and smiles

a candle is lit
cookies and milk are served
warmth spreads to the icy dripping walls

crawling out
little ones first
pink snowsuit emerging
and fly off in our
different directions
with one more magic memory made