Frost (Notevember 2023, #20)

The temperature has made her shiver
Her breath remains briefly in the air
I speak of the warmth that I can give her
Under this blanket that we can share

I bring the hot chocolate from the stovetop
Warn her again not to burn her lips
A plate full of gingerbread and clove drops
So she can nibble between her sips

With everything ready for the cuddle
The sofa provides a a comfy seat
A quilt for a cover, where we huddle
With only ourselves as a source of heat

I tell her I used to dread this season
I tell her a secret I’ve never told
That she is the one and only reason
That now I have grown to love the cold