This Winter, like the one that came before
Will coat the world in cold and bitter ice
Yet though all’s frozen, dangerous to touch
There’s no other time the warmth feels quite as nice
Whether wrapped in a coat, or tucked up in bed
Or close to the fire, snow melting from your head
The search and the scarcity make it so much sweeter
As loved as the Sun, a rusty gas-fired heater
A Life in Poems 