A Happy Settlement
We are laughing children
carrying our smiles like air,
And we believe in first snow,
first flakes falling like blessings
and sticking like a judgement.
We squeeze into knitted hats,
wear woollens that drink-up
rivers of wet, and we run for hills
steep with broadened slopes.
We are children of devoted hope
speeding on sledges, outrunning
parental warnings of caution.
Written for Margo’s Tuesday Tryout. Found and remixed from Bleak House by Charles Dickens, and excerpts from my diary, Bletchingley, Surrey February 1991