Sound of snow by Adeline Lew

The Sound of Snow

The sound of snow

Is the sound of silence,

The sound of cars passing in the street,

The steady hum of a heavy laptop,

The growing absence of heat.

 

Snow falls

Like bruised petals of a frangipani

Broken pieces of a cloud that existed

Somewhere in Siberia

Rushed here by a Swedish wind.

 

To lie unblemished near this English bay,

Such a white expanse of diaphanous space.

Tomorrow the Guardian will report a number of accidents,

And the Daily Mail will curse the ‘ineptitude of the Government and the Met’

But for now, there is only the snow,

Small illusions of happiness

Scattered on the ground below.