It was an icy morning. Cold hung on everything
You gave me tea and toast, but that was all
When I stepped into the cold, you asked if I had a scraper
Then hid round the back of the double-glazed door as I worked to clear the car
Were you watching me leave or checking I’d gone?
(c) Becky Deans 2014
Short but effective
Thank you. Hope Holst is still bringing you inspiration.