The snow and the wind caught the frame of my window

With bitter cold tendrils it wrapped itself ‘round

Creeping its way through the glass it awoke me

Fingers of ice, on the pane there, were found

The frozen air touched me and caused me to shiver

I reached up and closed the curtains up tight

I wondered if I should get up for a cocoa

But decided to stay in the bed for the night

 I grabbed the remote… raised the heat on my blanket

Buried myself ‘neath the covers to sleep

Of all of the seasons, I think Autumn’s my favorite

But as for Winter, that’s one you can keep