The fog rolled in in the early hours
And with if came the frost
Its left me with a dewdrop nose
In my fingers all sensation lost

I feel a tingling in my toes
That wasn't there before
Perhaps its because my socks are thin
And I decided to go out doors

Why put my body to the test
Of taking so many icy breaths
When at 71 I should stay inside
With my Mollie dog snuggled up by my side

Three black cats are cuddled up
Much to wise to face the fog
Yes I'm a human but how I wish
That I'd been born a cat or dog

Lovely flame,
lovely bones laying by the fire.

Two lover's cling to the warmth
of its blaze,
embraced by its girth
and its violent birth.

Two burning flames
consumed by its bloom.

Such passion it requires,
such passionate lover's,
laying together within its violent covers.

© By Amanda D Shelton