Arctic breeze

Cold air
           down from the arctic
chills the body
           not the heart
I shiver as I wait
           for the night bus
my hands trembling
           for the first time
this year
           I need wool
to keep me warm
           and I need you

The wind direction
           will soon change
perhaps in a day or two
           and I will no longer need
the woollens and the scarf
           but I’ll still need you
you can count on that
           as I’m counting on you

John Lyons