Homewards by Vivi Steels

Posted on August 22, 2016 at 6:20 AM



Twisted church spire watches

over brown ridged field

where snow, soft as fur,

nestles in furrows like leverets.

Ink black trees light up from behind

with gold/orange sunset.

Cold kisses my face

leaving rosy imprints.

The road, white with salty sheen,

sings under racing car,

speeding homewards

as day sinks under banks

of snow-swollen clouds.


© Vivien Steels

Published in THE GREAT BRITISH WRITE-OFF – ACROSS ENGLAND - Anthology [Forward Poetry Press] – November 2015

I've included this wintry poem as it was written on the way home from Sunday lunch at Langar Hall (see last post below).



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