It is cold to-night and I wrap myself
In a blanket of alpaca wool green
Like so many memories on my shelf
To remind me of places and times seen.
These memories wrap my cold loneliness
As this green blanket once draped around her
In the wild chill of the dark wilderness –
How fragile in those fleeting times we were!
But now gone, the smoke and fire blown away,
The warmth of your touch, your voice beside me
Is left behind to ashes and decay;
And what was can now only in thought be.
But the cold wild and windy nights remain
With a blanket’s warmth against chill and pain.