Snow Globe
Sheila Jacob
‘Look, look’ I call to you,
come and look through the window.’
You’re there in seconds,
help me pull back
the bedroom curtain.
It’s snowing
softly
swiftly
unexpectedly
a cloud-fall of crystals
meshing together,
balancing
their own weight,
feathering brick walls,
blossoming on kerbsides,
embroidering wheelie bins
with bridal lace.
We clasp hands,
watch open-mouthed.
One shake of the sky
and we’re outside looking in,
our breath misting the glass.