Fireside

Warm heat pulls my brow
down for a relaxed
state of not
moving.

Thoughts free streaming
as I ease my soul
beside yours
and let it rock,
creak-thump.

Snow may pad
against pane
wrapping away our
freedom
we stay, letting
the fire burn low,
easing closer.

In the darkening
room
flames calm
to quiet smoldering
flowing embers
warming our faces
as our backs
chill.

We push
together.