Winter

I am nine
Cross-legged
On the floor in front
Of the furnace grill my
Socks in each hand
Swinging my two
Socks slowly to
And fro in the
Warmth to
Dry them
From a
Romp
In the snow
Enjoying the heat
A warm place on a cold
Day then the pleasure
Of pulling on warm
Socks onto cold
Feet running
Around the
House my
Toes felt
Again
Sliding on
A polished
Wood floor
Happy no
Matter a
Winter
Day.