Monday, 14 January 2013

Small Stones (14)

Slabs of white I see through the condensation of the bathroom window.
It has snowed! It has snowed!
As I descend the stairs I see through the front door a path that is clear.
I am wrong! I am wrong!
But on entering the kitchen I see a dusting of snow in the garden,
and there a few flakes are falling.
It has come! It has come!

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