Nestled by the Fireside
Nestled by the fireside, listening. The temperate caress of an errant flicker awakens the latent serenade of the season, carrying expectant smiles to their place beyond the sphere.
Everything exists in this series of nows and forevers, in the way your hand
Lies untroubled in mine, redolent of the halcyon’s repose after her flight through celestial reveries interconnected by the vestal melodies of winged seraphs perched atop the star that sits aloof bearing our likeness.