Boys voices soar among high vaults
trail off into darkness,
cathedral evensong; incense
warming the cold white land.
Wheels hum through the frosty night
deserted roads and empty villages
Christmas trees brightening the doors of inns.
Windows full of coloured lights.
Nobody about and that curious stillness
falling on a land - waiting.
Even in the car I felt it
softly coming across field and dale
touching hearts with unexpected kindness,
a sort of love at midwinter's turning.
26 December 1993