Claire Maslak
Snow, winter
Snow, winter
A Snowy Day
Stepping in through the door
my boots and hair are all wet,
I place my mitts on the floor
and get my porcelain tea set.
The fire is burning
and so I draw near,
Outside snow is churning
It’s so cold in here.
In this room there’s no sound
I am calm and relaxed,
Until my father comes round
with the tree he has axed.