Just Outside

The blanket of gray above

Makes for a sleepy day.

While indoors we hide

From clingy wind chill.

The heater runs, 

Meeting cold by the door, 

Turning it away. 

Not even a draft

Can sneak in to join.

I am content without

Its company.

Maybe tomorrow

It'll be harsher, stubborn,

Stationed outside

Our firmly locked window.