Driving northwards, driving homewards, we pass

inundated pasture – mercurial

in shape and colour – its sheen reflecting

the late morning’s rare roseate sky.

Bared trees and bushes are a dull amber.


In time, cloud cover becomes leaden –

then snow falls: the downy flakes like weightless

seeds, which the windscreen wipers flail clear

again and again. The empty fields fill,

remorselessly, as early evening comes.


Miles on, the snow no longer falls. It has

settled. The ancient, snow-filled woods are lovely,

luminous. How soon we will be home

in warmth and light! How far we have come in love!





  1. #1 by Tricia Durdey - December 29th, 2017 at 22:12

    Very beautiful images in all these poems, and a kind of simplicity in the telling that speaks clearly.

  2. #2 by Ian Craine - December 30th, 2017 at 10:40

    The first paragraph in particular reminds me of car rides with my parents in the dead days after Christmas (they were back then). We’d be driving back from Farndon and the fields would be dotted with extensive wet patches, immense puddles. We’d pass silent farmhouses and barns and a place called Crewe, the second of that name in the County of Chester.

  3. #3 by David Selzer - December 30th, 2017 at 11:07

    Receiving praise is always good – especially when it highlights what one is trying to do. Thank you.

  4. #4 by Ashen Venema - December 31st, 2017 at 13:13

    The sky in Surrey darkens as I read your poem, which shows a lovely moment of surprise, like the other morning, when my garden sparkled white, for a few hours. Having lived through many winters of deep snow in Bavaria, I always rejoice in the beauty, no matter how short-lived.

  5. #5 by David Selzer - December 31st, 2017 at 15:02

    Thank you, Ashen. The piece was based on one in particular of our many journeys from Guildford back home to Chester. While I was writing the poem I was thinking of Frost’s ‘Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening’ – https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening – and Schubert’s ‘Winterreise’.

  6. #6 by David Selzer - December 31st, 2017 at 15:11

    I can see the three of you now along that road.

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