when one first knew about death?�
-- Tom Stoppard
Little boys in the backyard
Standing in freshly fallen snow.
Breaking toys, and pointless pacts.
Running free in sunny freedom.
Taking dares, chasing girls,
Preschool chivalry.
Fields of tunneled drifts
Hiding, peeking through the snow.
Icy bird in the flower bed,
Thoughts of confusion.
Should have flown away.
Subtle tear,
Moment�s gone,
Time to go and play.
Stop and listen for a mother�s call,
Notice the setting sun.
Hesitation.
Day is done, icy and dark.
Is sun dying?
Moment�s gone.
Should have flown away.
