Crunch
White glows at the edge of predawn blinds.
Aliens landing?
Nearly as exciting:
it’s snowing!
Acid sharp inhales and, eventually, blue light that draws the mountains closer.
Crunch.
Snowballs tight packed and launched on the way to school,
put your big coat on… and your gloves.
But snowballs are banned.
Aye right.
Crunch.
First footsteps in the pristine as snow dollops flop from branches
and the dogs go daft.
Ski-resort skies: remember gluhwein and chairlifts?
Crunch.
Then you need to get into the car.
Is it gritted? Is it steep?
What is that driver doing?
It isn’t stopping.
Crunch.
