Snowy Day

My favorite days,
the snowy days,
the blustery, white-washed
blowing days.

Snow piles high
around the door.
The sparkling grass
shows brown no more.

I sit inside,
warm cup in hand,
a cocoa-filled
marshmallow land.

So I can gaze
on snowy fields,
with warmth inside,
cold outside yields.

The snowy days,
the blowing days,
my cozy, fire-lit
favorite days.