Whispers of the Soul

Winter

Fireside Reflections

In the flickering glow of the crackling fire,
We gather close, warmed by its gentle pyre.
The flames dance like shadows, weaving tales of old,
In this cozy embrace, where memories unfold.

The air is rich with the scent of burning pine,
As laughter fills the space, and hearts intertwine.
Each pop of the embers sings songs of the past,
Echoes of moments, forever held fast.

We share whispered secrets and dreams of the night,
Beneath the soft glow, everything feels right.
The stories we tell, with each flicker and spark,
Illuminate the warmth in the depths of the dark.

The chill of the world fades away at this hearth,
As we cherish the comfort of love and of mirth.
Outside, the winds howl, but in here, we find peace,
Wrapped in the warmth that the fire can release.

With mugs filled with cocoa, and blankets piled high,
We sit in a circle, where time seems to fly.
Each tale a thread, weaving bonds ever strong,
In this tapestry woven, where we all belong.

So let the flames dance, and the stories flow free,
For in this shared moment, it's just you and me.
As the fire burns low, and the night carries on,
In the glow of its light, we know we are home.