Golden Warm

by
Maria Kelly

Lying back on summer-green grass,




gazing up at Heaven.



Stars are brighter than ever,



Night is blacker than velvet.



Heat lightning flashes in a distance far,



far away for now, no threat now, no harm.



For now I am warm--golden warm.



Warmed by love and wine



and the thought of you--asleep at my side,



though sharp is the wind;



it howls and keens!



Come storm and do your worse!



I am golden.



I am warm.