Unshiver This Night
Long winter shadows dream together
in slow dancing candlelight.
Reverie is much sweeter
when whispered assurances unshiver the night,
“it will be alright”.
Fire kindled by innocent timber
a hundred years ago,
guarded and honed within heart’s chamber,
nurtured to grow,
lingers still in its glowing embers.
Love, worn and tested over the years,
becomes its own reward.
From nothing’s morn
to this Christmas Day, fears,
like icicles melt, all things achievable are born.