Waking up to Snow

Knocking on your door,

We raised you from your slumber,

Tore you from soft dreams of summer,

To embrace the icy wind.

Dark and warm as a womb,

Your room was bathed in gloom

But we opened windows wide

And let in a cold, cold bright

To slant across your face.

We tore your sheets from your bed,

Your pillows from under your head

You crinkled your eyes,

Your face blooming new lines

You curled round, like a cat

Back arched.

We pulled you grumbling to the window

Your eyes sparkled in the light of snow

Your skin grew taut

And rippled with cold

The light hurt you

But you wanted to see.