Do Not Disturb

A frigid Monday morning,
In the middle of the fall,
I will hide within the shadows,
Not a single soul can call.

Frost, collecting on the landscape,
Falling, painting every blade of grass,
A cuppa tea, yes, just for me,
And something sweet in tinted glass.

A blanket and two black cats,
Drape the couch on either side,
In my little world of happiness,
Today, I shall reside.

I'll be writing late into the night,
Collect some witching herbs,
Let the radio play while I write,
My sign: Do Not Disturb.