My wife peers out of the curtains
It’s snowed, she says.
For children that’s a day of fun,
snowball fights, sliding, sledging
and building snowmen.
Outside the world appears to be a
magical landscape
like Narnia.
If the snow had fallen in December
it would have
felt festive,
a Yuletide backdrop,
a Christmas card scene.
In the drudgery of January
it just feels bloody cold.
A man walking his black Labrador
struggles to stay upright,
as his hound pulls him onward
like a sled-dog.
A car skids on the ice
back wheels spinning.