Sledding

I walk up to the edge,
And peer down at the sight;
Cotton candy-like snow
That shimmers so bright,
The small peppered flakes
That fall from the sky,
And sugar-white trees
That glow in dim light

I haul myself up,
and onto the sled
As thoughts of excitement
Rush through my head
I take a deep breath,
In the fresh, chilly air
I push off, I go,
As I let my wings spread