You are like all
the dark shops of my childhood
where you enter
with the little tinkle of a bell
and the world blossoms
into a myriad of things colourful
to sell
stacked
in impossible & impeccable
order.
All yelling
shining
glinting
wild & glassy.
And the cash register singing
with the hard earned money
and the little tinkle of a bell
lets you out again
into a world
excited with the falling of snow
& the palpable approach
of a Christmas when Christmas was Christmas
and the world
was as simple as snow.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-world-was-as-simple-as-snow/
