Last night, around 8pm it began to snow,
the first snow of this year
the first of the season,
I put on my sheepskin boots and step into the night,
if only just for a moment to delight in the crunch of my footsteps against the path.
Later, in bed I rest my head against Alex's shoulder
and we watch, by street-light,
the space where the curtain is drawn aside from the window,
snowflakes silently whirling over the hedges,
we gaze on -
mesmerised, hearts beating,
breathing slowing for sleep...
This morning, I wrap my child warmly to my chest
and wander out for a walk,
to buy some staples (rolled oats, milk, eggs)
and to spy the neighbourly landscape
(all that concrete and cars)
laced delicately with white,
There is a silence about the place too,
and a freshness in the air,
It is snowing,
and still so unfamiliar,
beautiful, a mystery to me...