Cozy Wozy

It’s where toasty toes tickle

And cold noses nestle

Snuggle and squeeze

Bodies burrow deep

Forming a giant heap

Where cold hands find their perfect spot

As bodies entwine to form the perfect knot

Lights set low and temperatures set high

Ignore the outside, it’s no longer July

Let it go, just say goodbye

It’s cozy wozy time and this spot suits me just fine

I dedicate this poem to my children who every evening—since the weather got cooler—wiggle their way under my blanket to cuddle and find warmth next to me. For however long it may last…I’ll cherish every moment.