Laura Potts

Love in the Time of Cold

Before the dawn that walks the northern morning
from the moors;
before the swans sing winter on and cough the fog
upon the ponds,
we ask that through the Christmas mist and bells
that bring December in
you pause and long-remember this: ever through the
blizzard lives

the hospice on the hill, sleeping in the heart of dark
beneath the stars
and still. How that leaping garden laughs; how that
wind will never gasp away
the ashes of our past that live until the last; how those
staff with candle-eyes
will guard our sleepers through the night. And as the
nurses lull the light

the sentry sets above and bright-as-life upon the skies:
ever does that crust
of moon push a light into those rooms, and pull away
the dusk and gloom.
Oh how soon the seasons turn, and how the folk will
come and go and once
will leave to not return, and how that tree will never
know defeat against

the snow. Know only that the flowers grow and show
their Sunday best,
and bow towards that sleeping house, and death is
that much less.

Laura Potts is twenty-two years old and lives in West Yorkshire. Twice-recipient of the Foyle Young Poets Award and Lieder Poet at The University of Leeds, her work has appeared in Agenda, Prole and Poetry Salzburg Review. She worked at The Dylan Thomas Birthplace in Swansea, and she became one of The Poetry Business’ New Poets and a BBC New Voice for 2017. Laura’s first BBC radio drama aired last Christmas, and she received a commendation from The Poetry Society in 2018.