Crystal Heat

The hill was lightly talcumed with snow,

glittering with crystal-like blindness,

giving the impression of frigid formality;

the December afternoon sun,

sitting low in a field of blue,

kindled a promising evening.

The fire in the hearth provided heat waves,

encompassing the room like a protective shield

against the wind battering the windows;

the two huddled,

not for warmth, but for the fire

smoldering between them.