Here, love, here
let me be your coat,
and here, let me
be your warm home. Let
me be your studded snows,
your mittens,
your hat, let
me be your shovel,
the sand for your path.
We may not always
agree, we may not
understand, we
may never, ever know why,
but there is so much
so much cold outside, so
here, let me be
your scraper, your
Sorrels, your long
underwear, yes,
your long underwear,
not the scratchy wool kind
but the kind that you
choose to slip into and here,
let me be your fur-lined
dreams, your heated seats,
your neck gator, poles,
north and south,
your perfectly waxed
Nordic skis, please,
please, let it be me.