As fresh white snow falls by the window.
Filling countless boxes of memories
To be covered up in cupboards,
Hoovering up all you left behind
In corners too tricky to tackle.
Polishing over reflections in mirrors
Of the many moments we made
And washing the bedclothes over and over
And entrusting the rest for time to fade.
In December, with icicle eyes
As snows of white cover the world and its sighs.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly