10 January – White delight

This morning Narnia came to me
in a flurry of waking dreams,
softly softening the ground below;
coating the tree canopy beams.
The whole whirling world a shook snow globe,
spinning magic out of dross and rust,
transforming every prosaic detail
with Winter’s winsome fairy dust.
Every larch dressed as a silver birch
as wind wrapped their trunks in white,
and I smiled at my five year old self
as she clapped her hands in delight.