Last night I had a dream

Of a quiet wintry scene.

The vision lasted only seconds

And, at first, I didn’t comprehend

As the place looked unfamiliar to me.

But soon more details I could clearly see;

A small shed near the towering old barn

And banks of snow piled up in the yard.

A pristine white drive leading to the road

And to the old mailbox upon a metal pole.

The sky glistened a brilliant blue

Beneath the sun’s glowing hue

As understanding dawned and I did know;

I was standing in the place of my old childhood home

Where my siblings and I spent many wintry days

Sledding down the gently sloping driveway.

The scene too quickly faded and yet remains in me;

A yearning glimpse of a distant memory.