Heaven comes down to meet the earth in hard white balls,
sweeping curtains of swirling spheres,
bouncing as they strike ground, tree stump, woodpile,
gathering momentum as the wind strengthens
to form long battering blasts of horizontal hail—
the air whitens,
the sound against the caravan walls sharpens—
and then suddenly it’s quiet
and I look out to see
soft fluffy snowflakes
drifting gently all around us,
like benediction,
like a blessing for a new year.
Lochinver, Assynt, Scotland
1st January 2026