I woke up freezing this morning.
The sound of coffee percolating
crept under the door and danced
in the golden rays.
I pulled the covers up higher.
But the smell of Autumns long since past
had mingled with firewood
and kept brushing my cheek.
I heard you call the dogs inside,
but they were too far away
and the only response you got
was from Old Man Winter.
You climbed in my side of the bed,
and the warmth of your skin on mine
silenced the morning coffee,
and I drifted back to sleep.