Part 8 (1/1)

The beautiful breathlessness Of the first belly flop On the small red sleigh.

Just a thin flurry But the first snow!

Mirror

I looked in a mirror And all I saw Was the pitiless scar Of Time's sharp claw.

But over a candle I looked in your eyes And there, reflected To my surprise Was a lovely person . . .

Unflawed . . . soignee . . .

So you'll be my mirror After to-day!

Portrait

She's sure of herself Safe as the Mint.

And her soul is made Of flowered print!