Blizzard

The wind howls. Trees,
storm-lashed,
whip towards the unyielding ground.
Snow
drives past my window
seeking victims
to embrace.

I am warm. Safe.

I gaze anxiously outside.
I think of those at sea,
far from sheltering harbours.

I am comfortable. Secure.

I listen for returning footsteps.
I think of those far away,
whose children cry themselves to sleep from hunger.

My fire is a cosy luxury.

I long to gather my loved ones.
I think of the lonely, the refugee, the one
who has no home.

My heart howls. Thoughts,
storm-lashed,
whip towards an unyielding world.
Cold injustice
drives me onward,
seeking courage
to embrace change.

Written on March 11th 2013, as a snow-laden storm lashes Guernsey, shops and services close, and people struggle to get home.