This poem is not about the cold.

It is not about the icicles hanging from the roof,

Nor the freezing frosty car.

It isn’t even about the wet rain dripping down my hair.

This a warm poem.

A sit-by-the-fire-with-the-family poem.

This is a snowball-fight-sledding-and-snowman poem.

A poem that watches movies with the family cuddled under the blanket poem

This poem wears a beanie and sweatpants poem. 

This poem loves warm, heated blankets.

This poem wants hot cocoa with marshmallows. 

This poem is not about the cold.