The gray sky seemed to

swallow

up the world

as snowflakes,

just visible

through the thick glass

of my cold window,

cut through the chilled air

like knives.

I watched as even

the trees

seemed to tremble

under their bite.

But safe inside,

under layers and fold

of my bed,

only the tips of my toes

matched their chill.

Steam licked my face

like a playful dog

as the scent of

peppermint tea

filled my nose.

The only sounds

reaching

my ears

were my cat’s happy purrs.

Books lay forgotten,

for the snow had

captured

our attention in its slick web.

My blanket was a

fluffy white monster

hugging me close,

for we

were teh only signs of life

in this frozen world.