Winter

The fire flickers

orange and amber charcoal

and my love is sleeping

orange and charcoal

the urgent rhythms on the radio

slow to a steady heartbeat

My four legged companions are playing outside in the cold,

but I am not alone

Feelings of warmth on the inside

and outside the warmth of the fire

The stars beckon me into the darkness of the nocturnal

as the candle fades.

Dreams of sunny days and beaches

rise from the ashes

somewhere a morepork calls

and the night whispers