The Eternal Flame

Isabella Belfiore '26

The weather has turned, the season is near.

Cotton-like powder coats the creaking porch.

Footprints left in the snow from native deer.

To ignite the gray skies Joe lit his torch.

He drove his Ruby Red Ford pickup to town;

Each home was lavishly dressed with decor.

Eve remained home knitting the last gown;

Joe grabbed the roast and pie from the store.

Eve and Joe enjoyed dinner aside the fire,

Sharing laughs as they lost track of the time.

Eve’s joy shined through the warm grin on her face

Joe stared at Eve, admiring his sweet dime.

Christmas after Christmas in front of this flame,

Their love was unchanged, each year the very same.