Christmas Eve; Driving Home

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