Verses I wrote on the cold

 I love nights where it is so cold.

I snuggle happily under blankets.

Falling asleep readily.

Alas, this year, such cold nights.

Even in winter.

Were few and far in between. 

I scarcely turn my heater on.

Today is likely the last cold day.

And so at 4.30 am.

I opened all doors I possibly could.

Without inviting burglars in.

And invite cold air in.

I look with dread at Summer.

Warm summer is brutal.

But cold is something else.

As long as it is not in Arctic north.

But in warm south.