Back to you… – by Dr. Rob Burton

It's icy on the outside The fields go flashing by Dark skeletons of tree branch Against the darkenin

It’s icy on the outside
The fields go flashing by
Dark skeletons of tree branch
Against the darkening sky.

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White fields of icy sculpture
The grass an icing froth
Sheep huddled against the hayrick
The lakes a solid broth.

Ghostly shapes emerging
From the riming mist
Bushes sparkling brightly
Whitely blushing, frosty kissed.

Quilted horses blowing steam
Above the icy stream
Trains hot blasting
Through this winter dream.

England in the winter
A monochromatic view
From my speeding window
On the train right back to you.

Back to your smile
The one that saved my life
Through snow and rain and ice
To the warm arms of my loving wife.

By Dr. Rob Burton
Plymouth

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This poem was selected as a runner-up of a nationwide poetry competition run by Marriott Hotels in March 2011.