Poem about a snow storm reminding elders of youth.
Knarled fingers
Picking back curtains.
Snow falling
In a way they’d never seen.
Transforming the ugliness,
With drifts and gullies.
An impeccable white blanket
Purifying all it touched.
Endless, endless flakes
Sparkles of magic
Falling…
On the pines.
Creating a land
Fit for no ordinary folk.
A fairy wonderland.
Innocent,
Clean.
It made them remember,
Those who were battered and tired,
Youth.
As they watched from their windows,
Through rheumy eyes,
Snow falling.
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