It creeps in through any gap a window on the latch

A door not fully closed its cold fingers seeping in

It’s not freezing, mild for the time of year they say

But as the darkness closes in, by four pm the cold encroaches

A day of activity dog walks clearing the garden activity that keeps us warm

As the winter sun sets, we retreat indoors turn the thermostat up

Maybe soon it will be time to light an evening fire as we watch tv

The comforting glow gives a feeling of wellbeing as we stare into the flames

Winter marches on an inevitable force that cannot be controlled only accepted

We are fortunate we have the technology and the wealth to survive and thrive

We can be comfortable in even the severest of weather that nature throws our way

Pity those that cannot turn up a thermostat huddled in a shack wearing all the clothes they own

Sitting on the Polish border looking at a world of opportunity just yards across a fence

Being soaked by water canons and sprayed by pepper spray and tear gas

In a bid to reach a better life away from fear and repression and poverty

Just a pawn in the sick game that Putin and his puppet Lukashenko are playing