The bitter cold

Now as the light fades
           the sky turns ice blue
heralding a bitter wind
           from the north
I shiver as I wait
           for the train and along
the station platform
           I see others rubbing
their hands or hopping
           on their feet to keep warm

In the coming hours
           the temperature will drop
still further but I will be in
           out of the cold
content of heart
           in the glow of your love

John Lyons