Summer House - Where The Roses Bloom

It was a summer house
Though we only realised it
When winter came

The children slept upstairs
In the only rooms
Warm enough to bear

In the mornings
The toilet water
Would be frozen solid

We went through 8 or 10
Cords of wood that winter
Burning everything

Except the wooden frame
That stood between us
And the woods outside

We made our bed together
In front of the fire
The heart of every home

Cupping hands around
Frozen fingers and
Breathing them back to life