Sonnet 9 - By The Fire

Seven o’clock. Waving at our snow man
standing in the yard, you come back inside
to escape the cold. I hold you close, then
take your coat. Wet clothes must go now! I guide

you to the mudroom and watch you struggle
to remove your jeans and grin as you blush,
your long-johns slipping down, too. You giggle
as you pull them back in place. You then rush

for the fire and the thermos of cocoa.
A moment of perfect joy – you renew
me, Love. But there is no abundance so
great that I would not wish for more of you.

A final snowflake melts into your hair –
Just so I melt to see you standing here.

appomattoxco’s challenge words: blush, escape, renew, snowflake, abundance, seven, moment