Your Warmth

It was a fire.

A building of flames

constructed by large logs

in the midst of a

cold evening.

Snow was sprinkling down

while smoke was spread around.

My cheeks blue, and that same color slowly—

seeping into my fingers.

Lips quivering, and body

shivering. But no more.

Now, wrapped in a wool 

blanket, with hot chocolate in hand.

Warmth was felt.

Watching the embers glow.

Orange, yellow, red, and

blue. 

A sensation is brought back to

my fingertips.

Now I can admire the sparks, the flying sparks.

The harsh, bitter, cold breeze

no longer affected me.

An inferno was

surrounding me.