angelic figures carved carefully into deep, wet snow
            bright blue plastic
sailing
down grandparent’s hill
 
watered down
 hot chocolate
the polar express
            laughter fills the freezing void of sky
 
 
sea of brake                 lights on the highway
            white sheet on the asphalt
like a haunting
blistering cold screams of wind
 
nostalgia burns through     my veins
 
 
i am an adult.

Writer's statement: ​During the holidays, I struggle with the sense of nostalgia and longing for childhood. I wrote this for my poetry workshop class. I wanted to show memories of winter as a child and what I experience in winter now. I tried to use spacing to provoke thought about certain words.