A delicate coverlet
Conceals a cold heart
Snow falls ceaselessly, settling only in spaces where the arctic winds cannot whip it away. Drifts build in gardens and secluded corners, leaving the roads deceptively clear, lulling the unwary into a false sense of security. Winter displays a vicious streak. Even at midday, the temperatures stand at minus five, and feel ten degrees colder.
Muscles taut with cold, I venture out into the garden. The waterfalls are quiet, the stream barely runs beneath a pale blanket and the pond is an icy dancefloor for snow devils, beneath which the fish sleep unseen and dream of spring.