Walking through a snow shower in West Sussex.
AS I set out for Storrington,The snow falls thick and fast.I've got my trusty wellies on,Thick coat 'gainst chilly blast.
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Through garden into Sandgate Wood,
Gleaming white, all around.
'midst the magic virgin snow I stood,
Captivated and spellbound.
Emerging into Sandgate Lane,
Turning by the twitten.
Watch as a young pup jumps in vain,
Snapping at flakes, like a kitten.
On to the Warren's swathes of heather,
Amidst the towering pines.
Dusted in flakes, light as a feather,
The snow inexorably binds.
'The Green' is a great sea of white,
My prints lead to the gate.
Heather Way in snow is a sheer delight,
Then shops to fill my plate.
With food tucked in my haversack,
I turn and make for home.
With stunning views on all paths back,
To crumpets and hot scone.
Don Filliston.