Heart Fire

the snow is cold and falling. I am just the same. there is no heat, there is nothing to warm with. the fire that was sizzling is not burning anymore. is this just the beginning of a long frigid winter is this the end of a summer love a love that has turned with the seasons. shall i seek shelter elsewhere shall i draw up into myself and wait out this storm i fear that there is not enough heat within me to last through this whole winter. perhaps i can find again a little something to kindle me through december.