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Snow in October

Poet: Caroline Drew

And now slopes in this sad white creature: Snow,

blotting out your long fields, so early wrapped

in sunless chill this year – and soon, I know,

I’ll lose all trace of you, though I have mapped

that daily trail along our gated paths and hedges

we walked together, wind against our backs.

But snow blanks out Autumn to its edges,

its tight, cruel clench killing me in your tracks.

Iced clumps, hoisted on grass banks, stand apart –

pale fists, raised high, declare their frozen strength,

mightier now than your frail arrested heart.

You, beneath the bare white shock, stretch your length.

Absence limps through soft depth. How long it stays.

You’re lost beyond an ice age of fled days.

Caroline says lockdown in Devon isn't scary; the sea and landscape provides inspiration to write - which she does whenever she’s not running her small commercial art gallery (Instagram: simondrewgallery).

Caroline loves walking, cycling, wild-water swimming, politics ( well, shouting at the telly) and eating more than she should.