There is a calmness
Like a Buddhist prayer
On the road
When it snows
And cars are afraid
To come down it.

There is softness
In the trees rustling
When the wind
Shakes it off
Which reminded me
Of my father
When he used
To shake off his boots
Before he stepped back inside
After gritting
The front path.

And as it gets softer
Like Andrex paper
Before getting crushed
Into ice
Leaving a hush in the sky
Of slight fog
The moment is mesmerising.

But I am still glad
When it is all gone.

(FROM 'RETURN TO KEMPTOWN')