Cold Morning

I woke early this morning, about 5:30 a.m. and just lay abed, cozy and warm. Finally aroused myself about 7:30. I could feel the cold seeping in through the walls - The house is warm, but it is the color of the air that I see through the window that gives me a hint about the cold. It is the color of Swedish crystal, sort of shimmery, reflecting the snow, which is in soft piles around the edge of our pond. Should I write another poem about a snowy, cold morning? I have written many. Is there a new way of describing it? I'll have to think about that on my drive to work today. I need some new inspiration!