December Dreams

warmth

The mug of warmth,
radiated its enchanting aromas,
as she sniffed in delight,
the sweet tastes gliding down her throat,
and for the first time in her glacial life,
she felt warm.

The fire emanating from the logs,
c r a c k l e d loudly in the silence of the room,
but she did not feel alone.

It was the month of solstice,
the month of joy,

the month of celebration,

the month of sales,
the last month,
ending a year of countless mementos.

The snow outside was relentless,

forming blankets on the window pane,

as the wind whistled,
and she smiled.

Her mug was cooling,
her fire was dimming,

but then he came into the room,
and rekindled the fire,

just as he ignited the burst of joy in her heart,

and she sipped her chocolate.

It was warm.

He was warm.

As she stared at him,
his dark eyes glistening as he smiled at her in mirth,
she couldn't help but feel as if,
for the first time,

her year did not end in regret,

but in hope.