Curled up by the roasting fire
Listen to winter’s wind lapping at the house
Its timbers creak and moan
All else is quiet and still
In winter’s embrace
Warm fire crackling and popping
Chill wind whistling and whining
All is safety, comfort
Drowsy
Adjust the blanket to turn the page
Lean toward the light
But the story will not be finished tonight
Before logs turn to embers
My thought turn to dreams
Where no fire is needed
All is safety, comfort
Dreaming