Soft embrace in the chilly night, A cozy shield from winter's bite. Draped in warmth from head to feet, A quiet hug where dreams meet.

Tall and tight, in lines I’m laid, A wooden wall that guards the glade. Pointed tops in a sturdy row, Keeping foes and critters low.

A frozen threat, creating teeth from houses in the cold weather.

I have a handle but open wide, I hold warmth that hides inside. Steam may crown me, lips may hug What am I?

Guarding the desert with spiky grace, I stand in sunlit solitude. A resilient sentinel, I thrive where others wither, holding life within my thorny embrace.