Yesterday I walked along a beach <br />no more than fifty miles away. <br />The sun was out and it was warm. <br />Got home late last night <br />and went straight to bed. <br />Woke up this morning <br />the sky had turned to grey <br />and little white fleece <br />was bombarding us from the heavens. <br />It was snowing quite heavily, <br />lying on the ground, <br />making a white carpet there. <br />The more I watched from my window <br />the larger the fleece got. <br />I watched the inches build up, <br />wondering when it was going to stop. <br />I didn’t really care if it did, <br />as it was nice to see <br />the white stuff falling from the sky, <br />even if it was in April. <br />My thoughts were <br />is someone trying to tell us <br />that it’s Christmas again. <br /> <br />6 April 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-again-3/
