Winter morning, Northern England,
Quiet frost has fallen down,
Quiet scraping of the windscreens,
Winter morning, winter sound.

Winter children plead and wonder
“Maybe will it snow today?”
Probably not like it used to,
Winter morning goes away.

All becoming winter evening,
After too short afternoon,
Icy pavements walking home, then
Winter morning coming soon.

Comes the morning one week later
Woken by transluscent light,
Silent like a miracle, this
Northern morning, winter white.

Then, all the winter children pleading
“Please can we stay home today?
All the world’s so crisp and even,
Don’t let our snow melt away.”

Winter morning, Northern England,
In the snow, our northern town.

Published by Ronnie

Writing about life, Liverpool and anything else that interests me. As well as working with others to make the world a fairer and kinder place:

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1 Comment

  1. So evocative. Thanks Ronnie. My thoughts go back over 60 years to my daily winter walks along West Derby Road up to Butler Street school, waiting patiently with my 2 sisters for our mum, the ‘lollipop lady’, to steer us safely over Boaler Street, tranquil by today’s standards but an unmanaged motorway of vehicles back then.


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