Deeply crisp

Deeply crisp

Featherly flaky

A spritely

Whitely fall of snow

Pretty as a picture

Of a Victorian Christmas

Fingerly numbing cold

In the iced crystal crush

Morning rush

Scraping the windscreen

With a credit card

What else was it good for

Icy water trickling

Down the neck of my shirt

A shiver

To sit back on

Before the car warmed up

So many times

You told me

To wrap up warm

As with most things

You were right

Relied on Northern genes

To plough through

Most of the catastrophes

Life threw at me

Giving out

Whilst taking little

In return

Happy to see a smile

On your face

Would that I could see it now

Not in my imagination

But right in front

Close enough to kiss

I am still not cold

It is summer

In Australia

But snow is falling

In England

It brings a modicum

Of warmth

To reflective feeling

The knowledge

That in those last

Bleakly mid-winter days

Almost at world’s end

I wore a scarf

Given with love

From you

To me.