Reading this poem for the fourth time; pausing to leave a comment. Going back in just to hear the sound of a boot puncturing the thin crust of fresh snow.Reading this poem for the fourth time; pausing to leave a comment.61Mary HoldenElizabeth HelmichDec 2, 2017·1 min readBiggest smiles while reading this Mary, and thank-you. You clearly get it. I’m jealous of your snow! Crunch some for me too.