Snow is falling: snow is falling.
Geranium flowers reach
for the blizzards small white stars
past the windows edge.
Snow is falling, all is lost,
the whole worlds streaming past:
the flight of steps on the back stairs,
the corner where roads cross.
Snow is falling: snow is falling,
not snowflakes stealing down,
Sky parachutes to earth instead,
in his worn dressing gown.
As if hes playing hide-and-seek,
across the upper landings,
a mad thing, slowly sneaks,
Sky creeps down from the attic.
Its all because life wont wait,
before you know, its Christmas here.
And look, in a minute,
suddenly its New Year.
Snow is falling, deeper deeper.
Maybe, with that same stride
in that same tempo,
with that same languor,
Times going by?
Year after year, perhaps,
passing, as snows falling,
like words in a poem?
Snows falling: snows falling.
Snow is falling, all is lost
the whitened passers-by,
leaves startled showing,
the corners where roads cross.