The End of a Perfect Day

In I Come,
Arms laden with chopped wood,
Wood chips in my hair,
As I place the wood down
I gather you up in my arms.

The stove warms
As adding makes crackling sounds,
And the teapot sings,
You’re humming softly as you cook,
I gather you in with my eyes.

We’re talking
We looks as much as with words,
The meal lingers smoothly,
Smiling at me for dessert,
I gather you in with my ears.

Dishes done,
Snuggling next to each other,
In quilts against the snow,
Intertwining fingers
I gather you in with my Love