Midwinter Loneliness.

Ice on my footpath
A mirror to be melted
So that you can return

At night I recall
You snuggled beside me
Warmer than firelight

Your smile when you touched me
Cracked open the dark

I think this crushed snow
Is simply a metaphore
Reflecting our sorrow

I must now spread hot ash
Over the ice
To make the path safe


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 12th. 2017.