Winter Dreams

The frosted window
Frames a nearly motionless vision
Of barren trees.
White slowly devours
Every warming sight
Of lucious green.

Through that window
We gaze and hope
The cold will drift away,
But not so soon
For now we're happy
Cuddling here this way.

The wind howls;
The snow pelts down;
A winter storm arriving.
Sun fades away,
Ice darkens the day,
Everything goes into hiding.

We're snuggled and warm,
As a crackling fire
Whispers sweet melodies.
Cinnimon saunters through the air.
Lovingly you stroke my hair,
As I slowly drift off to sleep.