Sub-zero temperatures
Falling snow
Outside seeming
Not a great place to go
Tucked up in bed
Electric blanket on
Huddled under the duvet
Waiting for the sun to come
This winter has
A sting in its tail
Spring struggling to burst out
Feeling tired and frail
Burrowing down
Keeping warm
Sleep descends
I hibernate some more
Nights are pulling out
But still the darkness is long
All consuming it envelops
Subduing vitality and song
Protracted coldness
Bites and snaps
Icy winds
Whip and slap
Akin to an assault
If one should venture into the street
Exposing oneself to the elements
In a bid to make ends meet
But lucky are those
With a roof over their heads
Some bed down on pavements
No shelter save for their threads
A sickening injustice
In this day and age
More poignant now than ever
I feel my weary heart break
Rachel Rhodes 