The Magic in the Snow

I once could see the magic in the snow
when outside the schoolroom window
the first flakes fell on grimy streets.

Months had passed since last I saw it fall
an eternity, to a child!
One tenth, one twelfth, one fourteenth my life
under the bridge since last it snowed.

Winter still brings the snow
but now only a month, perhaps, has passed
since it left us and the ground.
The fractions grow large.
There must still be magic in the flakes that fall
and pile into fluffy banks and clouds
such that a child somewhere looks out a window
crying, "Look! Look! It's snowing!"

But I wonder and worry that perhaps
the magic that is there is not for me
anymore.

I'm still not that happy with my poetic efforts, but I guess that's normal. Maybe, if I keep writing them, one day I'll be satisfied; or maybe if I ever am then I've really lost whatever it is that is required...who knows...

-The Custodian