Miracle of Childhood Regained

MIRACLE OF CHILDHOOD REGAINED Snow - my dream miracle, To me has always called, never cold. Serenely reposing, softly refreshing Like flowing water over a low weir. Submerging sharp corners; edges are softened. New world, renewed, unspoiled. Pure tabula rasa. Long-sought Eden garden emerging From the child-dreams I was forbidden to enter By the sentries: teachers, church, ancient granny, By cold forces choking my green growth - Dowdy fields, old trees, dirty walls Now freshly-baptised to pure brightness; Factory dumps, rusted hulks, rows of soulless cellars, Now mantled white in fairytale shapes from a Christmas card. I feel small again in snow, always did: Impossible become possible: childhood regained. ............................. Other poems of mine, similar to this, are available at https://www.fictionmagazines.com/magazines/five/