Today I imagine if you could look down from above
the land would be seen between fast-moving stripes of sunlit cloud.
From down here it has been a series of darks and lights
wind-driven, one minute throwing hail and rain and (now) wet snow at us,
then bright sun, doubly bright as it bounces off the wet road.
At each break in the cloud another optimistic dog walker sets out,
like those figures in a German weather house, to hurry back before they are caught by the next sweep of stinging wetness.
As I write snow is swirling and the sky is sliding from dirty grey to a kind of yellow as the clouds pass
and now over there it’s bright again and a washed blue rises up to high emptiness.
There goes another dog and friend, disappearing up the lane before the sky refills, to hide the setting sun.