I stand at the window and watch as he plays
Out in the snow on cold winter days.
Snow Angels appear as he lays in the snow
Ears and nose have a rosy glow.
Wisps of cold breath hang in the air
While snow flakes linger on uncovered hair.
Tongue goes out to catch the snow
I must call him in for some hot cocoa.
Reluctant to leave his winters play
I tell him there's always another day.
Promise of cookies. he comes at a run
Ending another day of good fun.