Bedroom Sonnet

When I was small the world was smaller still:

Green meadows rolled across my bedroom floor;

I'd watch the sun climb up the window-sill, 

Then o'er the bedstead dip behind the door.

Swift hares pursued by foxes, spinney-bound

Would glance up at the new becoming moon

Then leaves would fall and scatter all around -

My chill breath told that winter followed soon:

The clock unticking marked the end of time;

The window sketched a lake of frozen dreams:

No restless nature scratching for a rhyme:

The winter's here and all is as it seems.

My blankets rimed with frost, I'd slumber then

And dream that spring would never come again.