two by two

spring is fine
but it's the winter
when it really counts
when frost tightens
on aching branches
and we make ourselves
smaller
huddling under overcoats
and thick woollen things
blanketing
out the cold
feeling secure
as leather soles slide
on paths
where we struggle
where we wait
impatiently
for buses to collect us
to take us home

we have a home

spring is fine
but it's the winter
when it really counts
when we venture out
in comfort
wrapped up warmly
against the frost
safe
in the ark of love