You're Winter

The window panes that broke across the full moon,
shared the colours and the empathy of late-mid June
but with it fallen away and nicked to the sunlight-
which was only seen when staring from behind the limelight.

December's andropause,
saw the breaking of Santa clause
and the wheels that glided through littered ice,
to fall again behind Christmas-pudding-spice.
Licked fingers,
pink raw, from nights in,
and the stealthy grin
of December.

I can remember
the streetlights like broken hard cough sweets,
that clung to the chill
and the bony grass crunching beneath our feet.
Longer walks home from town,
as the wind compelled me away from home,
even more than you already did so.

Umbrellas that broke in seconds,
left space for soaking-wet cuddles,
and finding faith in the fog
that briefly danced with our struggles.

I could complain about the walks to school,
how the roast potatoes over-bubbled.
But what I missed the most from winter,
was seeing you so much less troubled


and everyday and every night,
you'd welly-walk me home through snow.
and as the morning wouldn't come round for ages,
it was always colder to watch you go.