Fire and Snow

The heat rose all the way to the top of the house
from a fire that had been lit below hours before.
That's why I could hardly sleep
and why I opened a window even though
outside, the temperature was freezing,
or close enough to freezing that I couldn't tell the difference.
But ( have you noticed?) the cold
 holds a still calm wonder;
the breeze like some kind of blended bliss blowing
up from quite a pile
of still snow
even while
 the fire inside also rises,
and here am I,
occupying the space between.