Winter Warmth
A chill in the air, a blistery wind,
Sends resonating chills down my spine.
Oh, winters coming! I know it now.
Snow can’t be that far behind.
While preparing my wood, chopping away
I’ll swing and with each one, I’ll dream.
The cold winter air that comes to us now
Will heat up, or so it will seem.
Sprayed before the fireplace,
On a rug just made for two.
I see it all now, the image, the us,
Making our heat, just me and you.
But, back to where I am right now,
Preparing my wood, for to blaze.
I’ll continue to fantasize, all this time,
Of you, on all my winter days.
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