Another Mountaineer Winter

The sunshine of Boone has turned to snow

funneling downward in white snowflake spirals.

It's time for another semesters ending

and the brisk winds of a new beginning.

Our winter coats have become habit

to brave the cold and sloshy

footprints of people who walk ahead

and those who walked in the past.

My eyes stream from the wind

and the snowflakes glitter in the light of warm windows.

Just another day to mark on the calendar

of class, coffee and college textbooks

covering the tables in crossroads and the library.

Another block of time's gone by 

spent making memories that will last until

the color of the snow has spread to our hair

and we'll laugh as we speak of how we

walked to class up hill both ways

in the frigid temperatures of early December.

As we approach the second decade of our life

we're older in our days yet still possess that

same reckless abandon and occasional stupid decision making that comes

with new friends and unfamiliar surroundings.

We play cards on the couch

drink hot chocolate 'til the sun sets and

watch football on metal rows

that hold the hundreds of people who have also braved

this terrain for just another education.

But another education isn't what it's about...

Less then half of our time has gone by but

I can't help but feel that it's going to fast.

So I stomp the snow off my boots

find a friend to talk to in library

post another picture on facebook

and cherish the memories to come

And as the snow spirals once again

and our time here gets shorter

I'll find the silver lining

in good friends and wool socks to warm

these frigid days of winter.