I'm trying a bit of a different free verse-ish style of poetry today. One of my friends (CluelessReader05 ) challenged me to write a poem without a rhyme sceme. So here I go...

A time of warmth and comfort,
Knit sweaters and tea,
The room swathed in golden light.
Slowly burning, glowing heat.

A pot of homemade stew,
Smells of hard work over an open fire,
Stirring the pot as it grows warmer.
Slowly burning, stirring, churning.

Smells of rain and home,
A familiar hug of scents,
The mind full of memories of years past.
Slowly burning, breathing deep.

Love crackles within, and fire without,
Hand in hand the heart sparks,
An overwhelming happiness called love.
Slowly burning, romance budding.

A gentle kiss,
The world is gone,
But, two souls remain.
Slowly burning, hearts glowing.

Alone the fire dies,
Crackling warmth turns to cold,
Glowing comfort dims away.
No longer burning, cold sets in.