Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Magic, or You Can be Six Again

(photograph courtesy of Francletography, ©2011, www.Francletography.com)

Magic, or You Can be Six Again

Outside the window
The pure white mountain
Is calling to us.
I hurry into my coat.
“Come on, Daddy!”
Up the hill we climb –
Sled in tow;
My daddy and I,
Ready to race down
The mountain of snow.
We run inside,
And laughing,
Sipping hot chocolate
And planning another run.

 © Jill Elizabeth Arent Franclemont

Jill Elizabeth Arent Franclemont, a  former corporate attorney and government relations and health policy executive, walked away (well, skipped actually) from the big-city worlds of corporate and political America and headed for a more literary life (equally challenging, but infinitely more enjoyable).  Visit Jill at All Things Jill-Elizabeth and leave a comment about her poem below.