Cold is just encouragement to be
Cuddled by a fire, or beside
A radiator, which is always free
With its warm gifts, throughout the night; to hide
From snow and wind, and find a place far from
The frigid void outside; to let the day
Dictate our inactivity; to sum
All effort in the gathering of stray
Shucked sheets and comforters, subtracting all
Other works from our to-do lists. This
Cold day should be merely a coded call
For more engagement with our inner bliss
And less with fond exteriors, which chill:
This being true, how can you take it ill?
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