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.
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