Ashdown

Ashdown

The  sleet  was  ghostlike,  laughing with  no  purposeful  intent
It  came  and  covered  nothing, said  ‘Hi’  and  then it  went
The  scene  unchanged  remained  the  same, damp  and  green  and  good
Half-hearted  snow,  that  came  tiptoe all  over Ashdown  wood

A  hiccup  hardly  noticed in  the  thousand  years  or  so
Of  hunting  grounds  and  industry and  sunny  hours  that  flow
Today  I stand  and  and  watch  the  flakes ephemeral  and  false
That  dance  in  stately  gaiety to  Time’s  unending  waltz