turning the heat on

how nice
it is to have heat.
the turn
of the dial
sending a wave of warm
air through
the vents
defrosting my toes
and nose,
my arms and legs.
how nice
to hear the click
of the furnace go on,
the gentle roar
of the fire
as it burns
and blows.
how nice to be home,
to stay inside
and be done
with the world
out there, the life
we lead,
the cold.