Love

empty wine bottles-
binging our favorite series
into the wee hours
–
dying embers-
our feet under
the afghan

the smile on your lips
reaches deep into your eyes
and into my heart
–
darkness-
reaching out
for your hand

you’re my cinnamon
my sugar, salt, my pepper
the spice in my life
–
open windows-
a cool breeze
tousles your hair

The warm crackling fire
A great book, a flannel throw
And my wife’s cold feet