Wide Eyes Wonderment

As a child I would look

through the frosty glass

eyes wide

with wonderment.

Snow had fallen

soft and quiet

like balls of cotton

A magical time.

I am an old man now,

but

I still look out

with my face

on cold glass

in winter

and gaze at the snow

in wide eyes wonderment.

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