Winter told me it was cold
It held its threats by my single-pane window
As I lay sleeping

Winter showed off
Its iced forests
Its hilltops, painted in a void of the sky
As I left my curtains closed

Specks of white gliding through the chill of the air
As children clamour to catch it
Workers fussing to their phones, to let their bosses know
As I went for a walk in a t-shirt

News channels bleeding
With the shards of broken records
Weather forecasts hiding
Embarrassed of their failed efforts

As winter rested its breath
On the white, ice path below us
And I looked down, towards my hands
Saw them blue and now knew
I was cold