Winter morning, Northern England

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.