SNOWING

01.09.2020

“Mum, come look! It’s snowing!”

Crystal delight fell overnight

and now the ground is glowing.

And now I’m growing knowing

that looking back is an act of self-spite.

Mum, why isn’t it snowing?

The abrasion of time has started showing,

and it’s just me now. And I want to get it right.

Today, the ground is glowing

and the morning birds are crowing

in my neighbourhood while I write

“Mum, come look! It’s snowing! or glowing!

or something…” And I wonder – am I just overflowing?

I remember being half this height

and squealing “Mum, come look! It’s snowing!”

and rolling mindlessly on that ground that was glowing.