The Northern Soul Christmas Poem: Snow Day

It’s nearly Christmas…and to celebrate Northern Soul‘s Poetry Correspondent Wendy Pratt has written another stunning poem in response to our North Yorkshire Photographer’s Snow Day image. Many thanks to Wendy and Paul Hunter for such lovely words and pictures.

Snow Day

Now the snow has holes, is mud speckled,
crusts brown around wheel arches.
But just this morning children flew
and flurried from back doors to build and roll

and fight in the snow and the birds
sought the smallest crumbs and shivered
on branches. Now the snow is no more
than a thick, grey puddle, a mash

of footprints, a mucky kitchen floor.
But just this evening, out on the hill,
the fading sun gave rose-gold to the trees
and gilded the green edges of the fields.