Warmth
is two frozen hands around
a mug of hot steaming
coffee, early morning
chillness crawling up your skin;
is coming in from cold
pouring rain drenched wet,
towelled and
wrapped snug before a stove,
crackling aroma of corn;
is a sun-shiny cosy-warm
feeling you get when
a girl smiles at you.
Tan Pratonix
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warmth/
