Bitter Chill

The melting remains of the snow dusting
which came and has gone in these parts,
leaving only foot prints of ice in amongst the grass
and crystallised parcels of snow along the dykes,
But a bitter chill in the air
Inside and out.

My new Shetland jersey and hat are on,
with padded anorak, I am twice the size.
I am related to the Michelin man
But with a nose like Rudolph's.