It will be minus 3 tonight.
The light
Dies fast in winter.
There is a splinter
Of ice in my heart
With which I make art.
True, sometimes the sun breaks through.
But for now I rhyme
Of wintertime.
Spring will bring birdsong
But winter’s splinter is forever part
Of my poet’s heart.
Though birdsong does not last long
It may live on
When I am gone
In a rhyme of my wintertime.
K Morris - Poet 
Reminds me of the story of The Snow Queen where Kai gets an ice splinter in his heart.
But a lovely, thoughtful poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem. I have, of course read the Snow Queen as a child. However, I had forgotten the story until you reminded me of it.