who could shape a world like a sigh-
that would be the letter "snow"
so that even in snowless times
you could say the snow-sound
and in an instant see:
glitter snow sift through the
little red village
or wildly whirl through the
tiny firs-
a wish like a glass globe you
shake a little
to set everything
shimmering
mary angela douglas 19 may 2000/1 june 2005
