Winter Chills

Winter  Chills

Flocculent snow

I am under blanket

My dreams a festoon

Oh must I be awake?

Why must I be awake.

Laziness like honey

Seeps through my veins

I burn with envy

For animals hibernated.

Winter. Winter. Winter

Chills in my aging bones

Some days I long to be

Young again

But not often.

Today I want to be young again:

Winter chills unfazed, unblazed!

Not longing to hibernate. 

I close my eyes and drift into a haze.

The harsh floor of my environs- the dark woods

A diamond glaze

 White. White. White. 

My pointy hat and my broom under snow.

Yet the chill of the winter is grey.

Said the great witch Greta.