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.