Snowfall
Snow greets my eyes, all is quilted in white;
some red berries for colour, a pink rose,
delicate tracery of trees impose
silhouettes, for me delivering delight.
As a child takes first steps I tread with thrill;
mine are not the first impression but those
of birds. The neighbours' cat seeing me froze,
then leapt, prevented from making a kill.
There's a weather warning of ice and snow.
I think of workers with journeys to make,
over black ice, delayed transport to take.
Wrapped, I'm relieved I don't have far to go.
I gaze up through falling flakes descending,
diffused. It feels as if I'm ascending.
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