• Joanna Seldon

  • Snow Story  

    (for Susie)


               They say

     It’s not been heavier

               In eighteen years:

               This thickest snow

               Since your life began.


               Trace back

               Through the snow

     And we suddenly see

               The two of us

     Pushing up the hill,

               You in your buggy,

               Me trudging hard.


     How short a childhood

               Between two snows.

               In raw winter sunshine

               The bundled baby –

     Skin-bright, eye-bright

     Seizing a blanched world –

     Stood up and walked away

               Now visible


     Moving, always moving

     Through the departure gates

               Into the unknown


               While I trudge on

               Now downhill

               Through the snow.