bitter cold,
we hurry thru the snow
up hill,
stopping to catch our breath
the poplars, bent,
asleep in the cold,
laughing at us
as we shiver and climb
the hill
she's been to so many times,
at the top we rejoyce,
the sky is red and blue,and dark
the wind is cold
but we laugh
Katrin goes first
brrr
then me
brrr
the camera clicks
freezing frames in time
for us to see
and share