Curled up cozy
Beside the fire
My book in hand
To most inspire
Outside the wind howls
With not a care
I turn the page
My cabin warm
Is all my stage
Outside the wind howls
For I am young
It matters not
That fires burn low
And logs will rot
Outside the wind howls
Ohh the idea for this one is good! I suggest you try re-writing it without the rhyming... I think it would be more powerful that way : )
Nice write....I enjoyed this little gem!