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.
