Behind The Glass(Being An Early Christmas Poem For Onelia)

The snow
driven by some

insatiable curiosity

rushes towards
the open door

and its host
of happy voices

only to have it
shut in its face.

Still ever eager
it clings to the window

sometimes slipping

but coming back again
and again

in the hurry
of a flurry

its nose pressed
against the pane

wanting to know
what being human

is...all about?

Only I
fascinated by it
as it is with me

gaze out
at its eternity

forever
falling in my mind

upon my face
behind the glass.

by Dónall Dempsey

Comments (1)

The snow driven by some insatiable curiosity :))) rushes towards the open door.... I feel like a kid listening to magical tales about a snow - lovely fresh poem awakening the child in the reader...