Poetry For The Night -

Beautiful.

Blankets;

Here in the fiery city,
a wind blows past.
One wonders its origins,
a puzzling question indeed.

Sometimes one feels ecstasy,
a bliss, a wish come true. 
Much warmth is sought,
a hot cocoa being the answer.

Sometimes one tends to forget,
a blessing the weather is at present.
Much attention is needed,
a complaint too many at times.

The cold in the weather, 
a snuggle under the blanket.
Late in the night,
a hug of the bolster.

To the pretty season,
a thank you from someone.