First of all, I love the poem. I'm sure you didn't mean to, but I just laugh, at the library. But I didn't wake the baby next to me. My house temperature in all of it but my bedroom is usually about forty four degrees. We rarely get snow, at least not enough to play in or have snowball fights. lol
When I read it, and re-read it out loud. One line stands out as being out of whack in rhythm. The only suggestion that I can make is take the word 'when' in the third line and try in in the last line. I just read it out loud again and that word just screams to me to be in the next line. This is only a suggestion. It's your work of art and from your soul. So it's all your choice.
I did love it and it made me think of my house with things sprouting up on my porch (which is warmer than my house, lol) and in my living room.
Thanks for sharing.
love, LinnAnn