It snowed then,

I used to love the first flakes,

they felt like innocence,

a smile on my young face

and I would rush to let my tongue

dance in and out

whilst trying to catch tips

of angels in hope in would let me become

a good person,

one who could throw a snowball

that would catch an older,

miserable person by surprise

as it crashed on their cold unsmiling head.

It snowed today,

now I have no desire to rush

anywhere, the possibility

of loss of dignity and miserable person revenge

is too much to fight.

Ian D. Hall 2016