There is an hour When earth and sky Merge in the twilight With a sort of sigh. Trees touch the skyline . . . Birds, the earth, And stars are shaken With twinkling mirth. And it's just as well If you're all alone To plug the line Of your telephone!
Just a thin flurry But the first snow! Always exciting . . . Full of pictures . . . Overstockings of red wool, Mittens to match, And a toboggan cap With a bob on it. Bruised thumbs From struggling with tight overshoes - A plaid kilt With a green velveteen jacket And a real lace collar. A teacher's face, Slightly harried Bending over solicitous buttons. The beautiful breathlessness Of the first belly flop On the small red sleigh. Just a thin flurry But the first snow!
I looked in a mirror And all I saw Was the pitiless scar Of Time's sharp claw. But over a candle I looked in your eyes And there, reflected To my surprise Was a lovely person . . . Unflawed . . . soignée . . . So you'll be my mirror After to-day!
She's sure of herself Safe as the Mint. And her soul is made Of flowered print!