At nights my little heater
usually so efficient struggles
to warm my weather tight flat
inside its thick lined curtains
as icy air blankets the
driveway outside.

Icy air stands like a wall as
I step outside into the frigid
current to put rubbish in the
bin beside the back door.

My cosy bed heated by the
electric blanket is only
warm enough for me to sleep
in with bed socks on my feet.

Snow lies thickly on the
nearby mountains as wind
and swirling air distribute
fine icy crystals carried by
Antarctica’s ferocious blasts.

I am cold !

Previously posted August 2017.