A Fireside Winter

Written by Niamh Kelly
Art by David J. Boozer

The snowflakes danced in the chilled breeze
And I gazed out of the window at them.
The glass glaze between the winter air and fireside warmth
Was a barrier separating elements
And prevented the meeting of oppositions.

Cold hands gloved outside,
Afterwards inside, held a distance from the log burning flames.
The raw redness slowly fades
And fingers twitch as feeling returns
To every limb’s extremities.

As visitors are welcomed,
The opened door allows sneaking drafts to enter.
The entrance is shut again and the fire chases out
The coldness of each breath and the room.
So I looked out the window.