THE WORLD BEYOND

The snowflake gazed 
At the child within the pane
In a room of flickering firelight
That beckoned enticingly
With the reddest rosy glow
And it was saddened 
For it could never know
A young child's
Warmth

And the child gazed out
At the snow beyond the pane
At the twinkling flurries
That stole the air
The frozen blankets
That cwtched the hills 
At iced fingers 
On frosted sills
And longed to feel
A snowflakes chill.
Marion Price(2019)