Twigs burning two souls into a shadow
dancing with kisses in the meadow
blazing passion over a bonfire
away from children’s laughter.
Chestnuts brazed over flames of delight
feed memories of love through the night.
A peasant stretches a smile to cover
a moon puzzled by a shooting star.
On the grass he lays by his wife
and children playing pranks with jive
singing tunes that pierce the dark
with hearts bearing love for a mark.
Love a winter solstice
holds passion longer
thrives on kindness rather
Trust is its longer night
ease its shorter day.