Snow and ice aren’t very nice,
once thoughts have moved to spring.
Still sleeping in can be a win,
such warmth those blankets bring.
Find your autumn bliss.
With warmth and love, you can’t miss.
Smell that pumpkin pie?
Time to hunker down.
You’ll be fine. Is that a frown?
Blankets cure those blues.
I’m a lucky girl.
All is well. In fact, it’s swell.
Blankets are my bliss.