Snow was forcast
but instead of fluffy white frosting
there is steel gray ice
the dog seemed to think twice
before rushing into the slippery yard
then returned to bed
to lick her toes
There is so much I should be doing
but the freeze has it's grip on me too
alas I have become
not a graceful ice sculpture
but a lump of sooty ice
fallen from the wheel well of
the workweek
4 comments:
Girl,
You sound like how I feel.
January just has a way of doing that to people.
One foot in front of the other, my friend.
Leeann
Oooohh, very cold ... brrr. Perfectly written!
Very nicely written...way to make a pretty crappy day seem beautiful in a poetic kind of way.
Stay inside and enjoy looking out!
debbie
Weekend's around the corner. Wishing you a wonderful cup of hot tea and a fabulous book!
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