Warmth
A poem about what gives me comfort
That thing we have pursued
since we held each other tight
In the dense and dusky darkness
Of a prehistoric night.
Warmth.
My dear,
It's all I ask you do
When I give you my embrace
you will hold me tightly, too.
That flickering,
sputtering,
fluttering flame
that thing which we all wish to tame
but none can subdue.
The warmth of embrace,
of comfort,
of soon.
The warmth of a chill breeze
on a fall afternoon
These things fill my heart,
give me strength,
heal my soul.
Crimson leaves,
painted trees,
tones of yellow and gold.
The softness of a summer night,
the thunder and the rain.
The comfort of a blanket
removes my fear and pain.
A simple pleasure,
so hard to measure,
a book
a song
a kiss.
These are the things that bring me warmth,
so subtle--
yet impossible to miss.
About the Creator
Victoria Moran
Victoria is a young writer, French Horn player, and aspiring engineer trying to get a start in fiction writing. Her favorite genres to read (and write!) are fantasy fiction, science fiction, and dystopians.
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