Blue sky over snow

After the blanket had been thrown,

we droveup into the hills

overlooking the valley.

Each bend of our journey bringing gasps,

as the drifts got higher

and the road narrowed

to nothing but a wall.

Abandoning the car,

we walked.

Cracking the blanket

with damp sugar footsteps.

Animal tracks, cool blue, under the sky.

Stalking their prey

in this February sigh.

Up by the bothy,

we stood

and blinked away the brightness.

Turning our heads, this way and that,

in an effort to believe

how smooth the land looked,

how tailored it was

to the field and road edges.

Tucked and pleated

into a bespoke jacket of crystal white silk.

Fragile, and cold.

Immobile, in our thoughtful dance,

We shivered.

The icy wind cutting us with its useless noise.

So, gathering our dreams with needle eyes

and silent mouths.

We slipped back into town,

along frothy brown streets.

Planning our cups

of warm sweet comfort.

Thinking of home.

Being home.