Dreamt of a Memory

Lost in thought when 

Of a sudden my 

Breath caught, snagged 

On a memory.

In hills high, a circle 

Of my fiercest friends: 

Was my warmth born 

From the flaming 

Hearth or from the 

Burning hearts 

Encircling me?

Outside, the snow in

Silence fell but 

Inside I was

Insulated by the 

Wheel of love in 

Which I was 

Warmly held.