This poem is not about the cold. 

This poem is not about the cold freezing rain.
It is not about the fog swirling in the air.
Nor the windows covered with frost.
It isn’t even about the house drenched with rain. 

This is a warm poem.
A poem that likes drinking hot chocolate and watching movies. This is a sleep in the warm fleece blanket poem. A poem that stays inside and plays board games all day poem.

This poem wears fuzzy warm sweatpants.
This poem loves to wear warm fuzzy socks.
This poem wants to wear fluffy sweaters.

This poem is not about the cold.