Winter Dreams

Maybe early spring is on its way, 
but I'm not ready to let go of winter. 
Bury me in snow. 
Give me a chill in my bones 
so I can bask in the warmth of home. 
The softness of flannel 
can soothe the biting of the wind. 
I'll burrow in fleece blankets 
and dream warm, white, winter dreams.