Winter Warmth
We sit warmly by the Fire
Whose Fingers of Flame
Reach out to warn us
And ward away
The claws of cold
That wish to seize us.
If we stray away
From this solemn, serene man,
The color of blood
Who tells us stories of long ago,
Icy teeth bite
Our hearts
And Freeze
Forever.
Let's not stray
But give him wood
Make the Fire of greater intensity,
Increase the intensity of the Fire of Life
And warm our hearts
For Christmas.
Lynne Milum
December 1979
