A Warm Fire

Curling nascence, brick and mortar warm
Blankets covered over winter’s night harm
Kissed by osmotic flames licking
Singing discomfort, sultry breath bath.

Wooly skin pulled tight, eyes lost
Closed, no breath to be seen under --
Surrendering to the comfort, which costs
Nothing except offending the bitter winds
Nothing except time:

Lost, ticking, tocking, supported by fluffy pillows
And absent thoughts, winnowing all concerns:
Heated, glazed, drifting in and out of torpor
Occupied, busy, no more.