He is on my mind, warm,
like a glowing fireplace in January.
Stepping barefoot on cold floor,
deciding what to wear,
brushing my hair, clasping a bracelet,
sipping tea accompanying toast with jam,
buckling my favorite brown shoes,
opening the door to fall's greeting,
a symphonic whirling of leaves and wind -
I am warm.  He is always with me,
glowing like a fireplace in January.