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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2193629
A changing attitude towards snow
Snow

Raised in tropical Africa
I never knew snow
Till transported through Europe
To my birthland
I saw snowdrifts in a Luxembourg airport
Chilling my breath to mist and
Piled in blackened heaps in corners

Thirty winters in England
Slushed and clammy, dripping with melt
Taught indifference to snow
Casual acceptance so rarely questioned
By serious snowfall
And inconvenienced lives
The fairy tale of snow never felt

Then America suggests extremes
Heaping drifts against the house
Blizzards moaning through the day
Creating landscapes, horizons unknown
But still, just more of the same
Until a morning of snow drifting down
Like the soft rain of Ireland

Settling in tiny flakes upon dark sleeves
Until I saw the impossible
Each flake separate, alone and each
A miniature six-point star so perfect
So predicted by science
So clearly understood
And so impossible

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