Analysis of Winter Warmth

When tall trees groan in bitter wind,
and frost leaves its cold design,
I dwell on the reality
that I am yours, and you are mine.

When brittle twigs do bear their claws,
cast shadows on an auburn snow,
ablaze they are in their glory,
in winter sunset's afterglow.

When snowflakes fall in winter night,
Time stops with lovers' long discourse.
Outside, the world is clad in white,
Is seen in beauty, not remorse.

Inside, beside the fire light
we revel in our honey love,
and melt into sweet harmony,
as soft feathers float from above.