I remember the cold,

I remember the cold,

Woollen socks

Sliding down too easily

Bunching up at the end of the boot

Old blue jeans soaking wet

From too many falls

Fingers stiff and blue

We still threw snowballs

Roll with me

I am your snowman

How lucky we were

To walk in the woods

Starkly white

Catching a glimpse of a Muntjac

Hiding timidly beneath a tumble

Of Briar and Hawthorn

Lovely were the Snowdrops

The first crocus

Breaking ground

As the trees drip dried.

The seasons changed

But slowly

As did we eventually

Sedate and stately

Arm in arm

Though more securely dressed

We still felt the chill

Drawing us closer

My breath yours

I kissed your nose

Felt the tingle

In my toes

I remember the cold

It has never felt

So warm.

I loved the summer

Its dome of blue

The rebirth of spring

Its sheer joy

And autumn too

They were your colours

The russet, red

Gold and brown

But it is the winter

Of my memory

The kiss of frost and snow

That comes

To find me now

Let it linger

Whilst I remember

I can never let it go.