It started snowing

more and more heavily as we left the town.

I hoped it would snow

so thickly that we’d be forced to stay,

to return to the cosy room, stoke the fire,

with time on our hands,

but it was not to be.

Here we are, back in the city.

Snow never lies for long on the wet pavements,

and sometimes there is no respite.

I can’t help feeling we should have  stayed

in the town surrounded by hills,

and woken up tomorrow

in a peaceful world of white.