FROSTY FINGERS

I lived with Winter

A shivering existence

An insistence

Of unfeeling

Frozen, freezing limbs

Lips, legs and long walks

Never garner, guarantee

Warmth

Sensations of tee-shirt contentment

Forgotten fancy dress dreams

Skin saying hello to bare air

Winter eclipses her sisters

Stating she is the mighty one

One...two

Too many months

Of stolid weeks

Iced over days, nights

Winter's lifespan would end early

If I could find her stiff neck

I'd kill her

Frosty-fingered children

If  they try to run

Their ice-hands

Down my back