Holes in my windows.

There are holes in the window,
Its winter again,
The winds blow and bring in the blast of heatless breath.
Howcome,the blankets have lost their warmth?
Why have the fire lost its heat?
Where have those days gone?
When I would have all of it?
The warmth ,the heat and the dust
Of the sunny morns and windows without holes
Of creatures without heart and dreams unsold...
But now,I live here,
With the wet woods which refuse to burn...
And the windows which crack from time to time.