The freezing fog made it raw
Hanging in the air like some white sheet
The fire crackled as if to beckon
A sanctuary by the hearth
My fingers and toes numb
Watching semi invisible bovine forms
Plod wearily over crispy grass
Each step creaking slightly
Sweet grassy breath billowing from damp nostrils.
I expected you to be there, both of you.
Rusty colander of cabbage leaves
Now a distant memory
For a second frozen tears
Then a fireside chair for tea and cake.