Your rough beard scratches my soft cheek
as you hug me with your sweater arms.
A comforting woodsy cologne scent envelops me and
I lay my head on your warm shoulder.
You are my winter.
I make a pot of tea and
steal the down comforter
from our dark wood bed
for cuddling couch purposes.
I dance around in flannel and wool socks
in front of the fireplace
to be your winter.
Sweet winter loveliness
creates feather-soft feelings inside us,
our eyes alight with requited joy.