Some days
The snow has taken me in
To know the time of snow, to live
Inside a world so quiet
Its music
Is all a shimmering. Some evenings
When quite alone
I turn off every light
And watch the snow
Enjoy the dark, moving lushly
Through spiky air,
Finding more time
In time
Than when I stretch myself
And am
My father's father. Oh yes,
There is
A sparkling choir, there surely is,
And dark ice air
Through which we fall
Photograph: "Snowstorm, Newcastle," by Only Alice (originally black and white).
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