Thaw Poem by Seán O Muiríosa

I want to see a thaw, a drip, drip, drip on the morning leaves,
Rain writing on the window panes, a life-story of falling.
I want to see whiteness turn clear again
Until the road is a stretching liquid mirror,
A cracking one, but any will do.
Momentarily,
I want colour.

I can't bear to cast my eyes upon more hardness,
The rockiness of the fields on the way to school,
The hills of my homeland white like sleeping polar bears.
I want them to awaken with raw vigour.
Attack the landscape in the way I know they can.
Momentarily,
I want colour.

This whiteness all around is one I'd warmly welcome, usually,
But this frost, this frost, it’s rubbing off. I can do nothing.
I'll welcome you back, dear whiteness, in December’s fervent glow.
I'll watch and feast my eyes upon you without this weary natter.
For now, I just want mirrors on the roads, mirrors that shatter.
Just momentarily,
I want colour.