Early On

The voiceless wind composed a song
My ears strained to listen
The song was gone and I stood alone
and faced a quiet house
Another whisp another chime
I turned to greet my oldest friend and
Was greeted by millions of snowflakes
Like bedtime at Grandmas
They kissed me on the forehead
The melted memories flowed over my nose and
I smelled Apple Pie and mom's perfume
A single drop dripped into my mouth
It tasted like pine needles and cinnamon
Sleigh rides and Presents
Santa and drunken get-togethers, everyone smiling
Another drop met my lips and
I stopped to savor my memories
I tasted my childhood
and knew with every snowflake
I'll always be home for the holidays

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