These days our circles are clipped
by cold, by early darkness,
and my gratitude glows bright
for simple warmth —
the miraculous heat of your body
bringing me in to the safety
that melts my hard edges,
the rigid shivering giving thankful place
to the reception
of your radiation,
effortless, smooth,
comforting to the bone.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2015