Flame burns, twice bright
Wind lifts the branches of the fir
Your face, still far
lights everything I am

Promises made, still keeping
held close, glow
as far as we have come
still to go

Small animal, stirs, breath showing
in the crisp night air
curls back to sleep
nose in mate's belly fur

And the warm pocket, next
to each heart resonating
with winter song
waiting on the light's return

Orion's belt, last night
reflected in your eyes
There is nothing more
to ask, after all



jjl
2 January 2009