A Child's World

To a child in New England
snowflakes seem like sugar granules
& pine cones living steeples

To such a child
nothing smells more wonderful than
maple syrup simmering from iron stoves
or apple cider freshly squeezed

No taste surpasses
grandma's clam chowder
or rhubarb with fresh blueberries

No thrill exceeds
the very first toboggan ride
or discovery that the stars at night
are sliding steadily across the sky. . .