Where Your Treasure is

The shadows flicker gold-laced on the wall,
And firelight dances crimson in the grate.
The season’s frost is banished from the hall,
Despite the dark, and though the hour is late,
When icy gales cause temperatures to fall,
The knife-edged Winter is compelled to wait,
For in the warm embrace of gathered friends,
The steely season for a while ends.

In company of strangers, though the sun
Shines warm in summer-saturated sky,
And though the birdsong-dawns their courses run
Ecstatic, and the meadows flower-decked lie,
No heart could feel as warmed as mine has done
In depth of winter, loved ones closely by
And so, above the summer’s golden kiss,
Which still I treasure, I will treasure this.