Aglow

On a cold day
The thought of you
Keeps me warm

Red Carnations

Gambling on frost-bitten carnations
A handful for the vase at home
Red blooms in a mere six hours
Show the results of hope and warmth

Snow Thaw

An intense sun melts
The poise of winter, flitting
A black-throated blue warbler

Misimpression

Snow blankets in a white-dappled veil
Pushed softly by the wind like a curtain
Behind the window, in a cave of warmth
A viewer finds it deceptively gentle

Love Mark

On a cold winter day
The heat of your breath
Leaves a tattoo on my cheek;
It tingles in the shape of your kiss.

My Favorite Hour

The warmth of three o’clock
Is hot cocoa after the steam melts
Into a white-ghost wisp
Is the sun suspended on her swing, falling
Just below the apex
Is the lingering memory of a kiss
Embraced before it grays
Recalled on the last note —
The splendor of a serenade

Antisocial Behavior

Sometimes I’d like to put a Do Not Disturb sign
On my face when smiling is too much
When I don’t wish to pretend to care
Or have enough energy to wave your competitive talking
Away as insecurity or envy
Most of all, I want to keep my joy close
A candle sheltered from the wind with my own chest
An exclusive warmth to luxuriate in

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Mid-September Morning

A chill along the fingertips
Between the casings seek a cool air
Permeating cracks and forgotten windows
Thrown open in the blaze of summer
The Indian time has snapped
Frost threatens
Arising, a craving for crimson and ochre
Colors of warmth

Grasp

Shy of your aged palm
It yet brings me a sweet warmth
None other shall do