This Poem is not about the cold.

This poem is not about waiting for your parents to scrape the ice off the windshield.

It is not about waking up early for school and it’s cold outside.

Nor the harsh winds blowing on the trees.

It isn’t even about not being able to play basketball at school outside.

This is a warm poem.

A hot shower on a cold day poem.

This is a hot-chocolate-with cookies-while-watching-movies.

A poem that cuddles up with a nice, warm blanket.

This poem wears nice fuzzy socks and hoodie.

This poem love’s fresh donuts.

This poem is not about the cold.