A Fire Poem by crystal conrickknight

I read by the fire light,
I am shadowed by the mist,
seeping through the window panes,
colder the weather grows,
as the flicker of the flames touch the unseen thing,
a chill washes through me as yet I hear a knock tap at my door,
keys rattle and a man hums,
what thing has brought him to me,
slowly as the door opens,
a wisp of spice fills the air,
his hair short and black hair drawn in a stylish manner,
his clothes short of anything but elegance,
his hands like a graceful prince but worn with weather and hard work,
'a fire', he whispers,
yes, I reply,
as he walks to quickly warm himself,
barely noticing the warm robe of comfort I wore,
as I hurried to get the mugs down to make the hot coco,
my hands shook as they might when taken by surprise,
I hand him his coco and watch as he drinks it quickly without hesitation,
my manners lost for a moment,
I ask him his name and if he would like something to eat,
'Charlie', he replied 'and I am starving too',
I made a thai salad of greens and beef sorting through the assortment of breads settling on french,
warming the french onion soup I serve him a feast fit for a king,
devouring every last bite I must go he says,
and as quickly as he came he was gone.