Driving past Van Reenens pass

It’s as if the dark grey sky
slowly folds up around the car.
The windscreen wipers
fights a loosing battle,
while the car’s tyres
slides across the road.

I stop for a moment
and take photos,
of the winter snow landscape.

Outside it’s freezing cold
and soaking wet
and I feel snowflakes,
falling softly against my cheek.

Everywhere a white cloak is spread
and over brown fields of grass,
the fuel station and houses
and as far as I can see
there’s a white magic land.

It looks as if the road
runs to the horizon
into the whiteness
and the ice cold wind stings,
while I stand shivering.

The snow grinds under the tyres
and the car slips a little
when I drive away
and I feel like
staying in a lodge for a while.
.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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