In the Firelight

We sat by the blazing hearth,
roasting toes back from frozen to pink,
and fingertips from numb to sensing.

Glowing light flickered across your face,
dark eyes sparkling in reply.

Though a cruel and heartless season,
winter does have this saving grace,
to sit with you before the fire.

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