Snowy Firelight

Long before I became a romance novelist, I wrote poetry and had three published in “American Poetry Anthology 1987.”  For the next several weeks, I’ll be sharing those pieces with you.  Here’s the first one from February 1982:

 

“Snowy Firelight” 

It’s snowy outside tonight

And I’m sittin’ alone by the firelight

Sippin’ on red rosé wine

Remembering a love that was so fine. 

Is she holding you tight

On this snowing night?

Is her love strong

When things go wrong?

Can she make you smile

When tears begin to fall? 

We were so free and happy

Our love was as fresh as this falling snow

Our passion burned brighter

Than the flames of this fire. 

I see your face in these flames

As they begin to die away . . .

Watching the falling snow

Melt as our love did years ago

While sittin’ here sippin’ red rosé wine

Remember a love that was so fine.

 

Written February 25, 1982