Snow at Sunset.                                      

It was the day after the

U.K., clocks moved into

British Summer Time.

The day had been good,

hours of blue sky with

fluffy white clouds.

We had eaten our

evening meal, the

sun was going down.

‘Red sky at night’.

Without warning,

black clouds came,

heavy rain came,

faster and faster

it rained.

I was sure the

rain was turning

white, snow?

Not after all

that sun.

The rain stopped,

We looked out of

the window, our

green lawn had

turned white!

It had snowed.

Next morning,

gingerly opening

the bedroom blinds.

No Snow on the lawn.

But Yes, on the

Conservatory Roof lay

Snow with an icy coat.

©Marjorie Lacy.

  Poem 2. 2nd April 2019.