What is lovelier than a February evening when dusk
does fall like a softly knitted shawl on the shoulders?
Fire fingers reach up in spitting hisses and snaps
and white cats take naps in the sanctuary of our laps

Unnecessary words lay like kindling in the chill air
For we know each other's thought like our own
Exchanging smiles is all we need to speak,
for words come from the reservoir of our love

Slowly the sun creeps down the sky in buttery hues
until all light is tucked away in its bed for another day
Lazy steps take us up the crooked stairway to our bed
Snuggling, we stay content and warm with each other