cold days

cold days

wrapped in a duvet

sniffle, blind sided plays

in the background

and the world is still

you stare up at the window

feeling weary and quite ill

cold days

          you say

a part of you

                        likes being

cold

                wrapped in your duvet
alone, you told            

me nothing beats

that feeling
of humble grey solitude

cold days------------------
let us count ways
to be grateful