The space heaters have been running in the upstairs every night. Our bedroom gets very cold since it is the corner of the house and there is no wind break. We used to have the bed on the inner wall but had to reconfigure the furniture when we bought new bigger furniture (a long time ago). No matter how many blankets I pile on the bed I’m still cold. Sparky on the other hand is cold until he goes to sleep. Once sleeping his metabolism goes into hyperdrive and he is a furnace. I’ve attempted to snuggle up to him but because I’m cold, he instinctually moves away. I end up chasing him to the edge of the bed… I promised myself that I wouldn’t whine about the heat of summer and I didn’t! But there is no such promise not to complain about the cold!
The following poem is an Espinela. This Spanish form consists of 2 stanzas and 4 end rhymes across 10 lines. Each line is 8 syllables with a rhyme scheme of abba for the first stanza and accddc for the second.
Cold winter air makes clear the sky
Shines down a frozen light from stars
Makes black shadows on snow like scars
Achy bones chill will amplify
Mocks my hopes and dreams of July
My breath is frozen in the air
Come summer quickly is my prayer
Huddled closely to the fire
As flames fade soon to expire
My icy tears exclaim despair