Winter Snow
I have peace tonight.
My world is complete.
The great panes of glass
Are frosty with snow
As it silently falls outside.
The night provides a
Perfect crispy black backdrop.
Inside the fire crackles and
Sings it's song.
The orange and red glow
Lights the room
Softly enough to cast shadows
That dance off the wooden walls.
The hot cocoa steams in mugs
On the table,
Releasing a sweet aroma
That reminds me of childhood
Giggles over marshmallows
And chocolate chips.
The true beauty in the room though,
Is you.
Sexy in flannel pajama bottoms.
Broad shoulders stretch a jersey shirt.
Hemingway, of course, in your lap.
When you notice my admiring eyes
A smile forms on perfect lips.
A twinkle in those darling eyes.
For myself it's McCammon.
My toes wiggle under your thighs
To let you know I see that smile,
That knowing look in those eyes.
Alas, our evening is still young.
We haven't enjoyed our cocoa,
Finished reading yet.
And there is more
Winter snow yet to fall.
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