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