Cumbrian Commute – 3

This poem, and the other two Cumbrian Commute poems I’ve posted this week, were inspired by my morning drives to work. At the moment I’m loving my morning commutes through rural north Cumbria, even though the roads are at times a bit slippery. My return journeys are another matter because at the moment it’s dark by the time I set off for home, making any weather issues more of a problem. For example, last night there were some troublesome patches of flooding, and the night before there was ice on the roads.

Driving to Penrith

This morning
snowy hills of cloud
beneath a perfect blue,
echo the snow-clad
earthly fells,
and beside
the dazzling road
every green sword
thrusting through
the white
is shimmering
and shivering.


About Carol Ross

Interested in therapeutic writing.
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