Kenning

I am found in the bite of the winter.
In the blizzard and the frost.
I claw at the door
And gnaw on the bones.

I am found in the face of the sun.
In the rain and the breeze.
I nurture my bride
With warmth and water.

I am found in the night;
A refuge from labour,
In the gentle embrace
Where lovers join.

I am found in all these.
In the laughter of a stream
and the wildness of the moors.
Find Me.