Under Heavy Blankets

In the severe winters

Of our childhood

The wind roared

On rattling windows

Whistling haunting tunes

Through the gaps

The rain beating

On their thinness

It was close and fearsome

And thrilling

And frost when it came

Freezing the panes

Turned water to ice

In the taps

And we snuggled together

In double beds under

Heavy blankets peeping

At creepy shadows on the wall

I lay in bed now listening

To the wind blowing

On the double glazing

Of my middle age

Backing away muffled and muted