Cold iron handle felt for in the dark,
Held and pulled up quickly.
Loud creak and shudder:
There is no gentle way to start the day inside
While being outdoors.
The glass is glazed twice over,
Functioning, but the light wood frame
Holds and does not protect.
The wind makes its way
Through the cracks the light sees,
Blind as ever to its potency,
Wretchedly howls and
Like needles that spread to thread then to clothe.
Another barrier of iron and wood to push out:
Afraid to be exposed;
An elemental fear.
It bangs the sides of the home –
Clang and clatter with echoing treble.
Quieter, that now enveloped in it all.
Fresh white snow tickling the nostrils.
Lips pursed to keep in the cuss,
To resemble strength,
To help steady breath.
Eyes water heedlessly
Scanning the abrupt horizon for life –
The grey fog clears to join its boundaries
Being chased away by light
That protects with a rainbow dagger.
‘Tis time to venture out.
Random word chosen (suggested) but image from personal collection: Image search.