"Heavy Snow in Wales": 30th January 2019

 

A sheet of pure white covers her face: that land I thought I knew

frozen beneath its covering, buried ever deeper in its icy tomb

the contours I know so well:

every dip and valley; hill and gully

smoothed by this mantling shroud that descended

as time slipped slowly away, locking us in its white eternity

 

One last frozen tear drifts to that frosty covering: dropped from God's eye

like the anguish that banks those blue-black clouds high over my horizon

to hide the form I loved so well:

soft ways that so often knew my passing

no longer call me; a province no longer mine to touch

the ice cold cerement has robbed my heart of all its passion