Shafts of golden beam
Carry dust and dreams
Through panes stained
From winds and rain
Warming on a cold winter’s day
Secured from dhill, inside I will stay
A cup of tea in one hand
Envisioning holiday in a warmer land
Comfort in a good book I will read
In these I find all the solace I need
Nothings better on a cold winter day
Than a good book, hot tea and…
A mind allowed to stray
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
I like the way this poem becomes more and more interior until we take off with you at the very end. Nicely done. :-)
Thanks very much Jeremy, I appreciate the nice comment.