When did snow last lie like this,
So fired with frost and ice-white heat,
Striking sparks beneath my feet?
Walking through the empty streets,
How calm and still: such dazzling light
Fills this lovely smouldering night.
The trees stretch high their glittering arms
To stars laced through a velvet sky,
While rangy foxes hunt nearby.
Slipping by the crackling pond, past
Billowing quilts spread in the park,
See; soft flakes of snow wrap up the dark.
© Sue Burley