Remember when snow
Kept its secret to itself.
Slipping in through the night
To wake us in the morning,
All white light and silence.
Or through a classroom window
Watching white confetti
Dancing on the breeze.
Wishing it would never stop,
Lessons long forgotten.
Escaping to roll turfs of snow,
A criss-cross of giant snail tracks.
Hands without feeling,
Ice, sliding down your neck.,
Warfare without the blood.
When did it happen?
To feel relief as Christmas snow
Turns to December rain.
Give me back my window
Let it keep its secret to itself.
