Winter Day

 
 
 Frigid fingertips
 wearing Bob Crachett gloves
 Wish for a fire
 but there is no fireplace
 I huddle in my blanket
 
 
 I imagine you
 and snuggle in your embrace
 You are always warm
 Open a bottle of wine
 We will make our own fire 

~Elise Skidmore ©2021