It is cold

 It is cold outside

so very, very cold

We are going to hit single digits,

and that has not happened in the twenty years I have lived here.

It is beautiful, the ice, the crisp, the clear

It is terrifying, falling limbs, losing power, bursting pipes

we are not set up for this

not at all

and I wonder about this wild weather

how did we get snow that stuck for days?

how are there icicles on my house?

it should not be cold here.

A few words a day

 Why write a few words a day?  What possible benefit could that bring?

Last year, I had the privelege of meeting Texas poet Naomi Shihab Nye.  I listened to a presentation she gave and then was able to speak with her afterwards.  One of the most powerful things she said to us was to "write just a few words a day."  And so I begin.