Autumn’s Embrace

By Marina Halbert

The wind struggles against the glass,

Determined to catch us in her cold embrace at last. 

We just curl closer to the fire, 

Warming a new side as we begin to perspire.

The night is dark but we are warm –

A paradox in autumn’s arms. 

I hear a sigh somewhere to the left,

And turn to see my dog at rest.

His paws, they curl

His eyes, like pearls,

And I feel a sweet contented rush, 

As the room falls into a quiet hush.