Winter is for lovers.
Huddled beneath covers,
a refuge within walls, within eachother.
No storm could weather this warmth,
bound and unbound,
limbs entwined among the hearth.
Winter is for lovers.
As the wind carries our whispers away.
Our mirth enshrined in the white caps beyond these doors.
Smile, muted beauty,
for today the space between us has no room for sorrow. And tomorrow, the sun will reclaim the sky,
but for now, beneath these covers,
Winter is for lovers.