Head on pillowed bed.
Under blanket: both nirled and curled.
How can gelid thoughts escape away from this brumal day?
Swevens rise to heavens—just like palms.
No need to play a sycophant to earn company of tropical plant.
Sleep’s swap: trees ease to breeze so freeze will cease to tease zzzs.
Warmth is gone?
Let dreams up yon.
Then, friend and fond each frond. ; )