A pantoum for a winter evening
Soft snow falling
Mysteries in hidden faces
Lost memories calling
Eyes whisper with brief gazes
Mysteries, hidden faces
Warm glances, tender touches
Eyes whisper with brief gazes
Sweet comfort, hesitant rushes
Warm glances, tender touches
Fire crackles, hearth heat
Sweet comfort, hesitant rushes
In the silence, our hearts beat
Fire crackles, hearth heat
Lost memories calling
In the silence, our hearts beat
Soft snow falling.
Shawn L. Bird 
That’s one thing about being with one’s beloved- no outside cold can lower the warmth.
Beautiful, soft, warm
I was so caught up in the beautiful form that I needed to read several times. Each reading brought me closer to the warmth and tenderness, longing and comfort of an intimate setting. So beautiful, Shawn.
Thank you.
I find the pantoum form definitely creates a reflective mood.