this silent storm

Winter’s Chill

Something about the cold that hits my face,
when tired, weary and worn I start to leave;
the winter weather rushes in the door
as if to find some solace from the chill,
a refuge in the warmth that’s in this place-
I pause but for a moment to clasp tight
my jacket collar round my exposed skin.
And sadly I’m left wishing I had more
protection from this wily winter thief.
But like the winter air I know you will
arrest my breath and steal my life within.
Your coldness slaps my heart and blinds my sight.
No coat could e’er protect me from your frost.
Without your love my soul’s true warmth is lost.