I remember the
white snow
swirling in the wind
to the bass drum of
thunder far above,
striking the dark slate clouds
that sparked with silver blue
lightning.
I remember the regal green pines
staunch and statuesque against
the crepuscular gloom.
I remember the firelight
just so,
making a nimbus of
your hair.
I remember thinking: This holy being holds my heart.
And my love leaped into
the fire,
and grew warm as
the blush of your cheeks
when I kissed you,
and you took my face
in your hands to
kiss me back,
igniting torrid feelings
that shamed the
winter storm,
and made the fire a
pale and sickly
imitation
of what we share.
You are
my winter fire,
and we will never be
extinguished.
