“We are warmth when there is none to find.
Lay us down in a bed of snow
and float we will on sheets of water.
We are fire when there are hands to thaw.
Watch the snowflakes land on our skin
and rather than be bothered
with the art of melting,
burst into steam to rejoin the air above.
We are heat when there is a trend for cold.
It’s the flames that will blush,
embarrassed at what they lack
that we posses.
xxx hannah jane