We were wed by a snowman. One must have
a mind of winter, I said. And a heart
of glass, you sang. We drank icicles, got
pretty crystallized. Walk in my footsteps,
I slurred. That’s not where the heat is, you purred.
A Cardinal broke the white. We were chill.
The candles burned on the windowsill.
We only had enough for one lifetime,
yet there they glow, eternal. We returned.
We aired out the grievance; your stockings, hung.
Our feat of strength was to bite our tongues.
What holiday is this? you softly sighed.
The longest night, I replied. Something thawed:
a cup of kindness, yet. And then the frost.

DREAM BY FIRE by: Gregory Crosby