Dawn ferry, sudden vibrations – propellers churn the sea to snow.
The swell-swing up and down and up – O let the voyage finish now, and grant us solid earth.
From Pembroke Wales unfolds in white; a postbox in a wall, red as a berry.
Below the Severn bridge – water turned to bone!
The Somerset Levels, crisp and even; the motorway accelerates the dark.
The night re-icing the Yeovil road – not now, not now we’re nearly there.
Cattistock lumped with snow; wood incense, curtains edged with gold.
A house on Duck Street: an outdoor light – a star that’s stopped overhead.