Sweater

Carly Floyd

3/29/10

Cold, gray world outside the window

Biting winds shake the panes.

Inside, the cold still reaches me

The blood freezes in my veins.

This inner cold is chilling

Blankets don't keep the heat.

And though I clutch my sweater to my skin

My heart flutters in a fragile beat.

I dream of hidden sunshine

Of fire in the hearth

And suddenly, I feel it

A subtle sense of warmth.

I cuddle in my blanket

Me in my sweater here

And even with the storm outside

In my cocoon, I have no fear.