Warmth

Is the tingling of your skin

When the hot rays of the summer sun 

Surround you on a bright afternoon.

You are taken away by the lazy day

And the crackling sand

Of the salty, breezy beach.

Warmth

Is the fire that burns below the stove

As hot stew boils

More delicious and welcoming than a jug of apple cider.

It's hard to resist the steam

When outside,

It's a cold winter's night.

Warmth

Is the feeling of your breath

When you have a bad cold.

Medicine cant't cure it,

Nor can the cold towel pressing down against your forehead.

You know what will help?

A little story about warmth will,

I bet.