"I'VE GOT CHILBLAINS ON MY FINGERS!

The snow climbs the stairs

pushes open  the bedroom door

lies upon the bed falls..falls...asleep.

This the house I first saw snow fall

as a little boy face pressed to pane

marvelling that a sky could fall at all

and be so white and quiet and still.

My fingers numb with my first snowman

running back in crying "I've got chilblains on my fingers!"

Nose and toes not doing too good either.

Now it is I left outside

watching snow falling inside

the house of  my childhood.

The snow and I have switched places.

It climbs the stairs step by step.

I fall and fall backwards in time.

The snow calling after me with my childish voice

"I've got chilblains on my fingers!"