Br-r-r!

Br-r-r!

Freezing frozen in my bed,

Shriv’ring shoulders; frosty head,

Only thought to when I’m up,

Steaming coffee in my cup.

Grab the sweater; slippers don,

Put the boiling kettle on,

Took some pastry off the shelf,

Put outside; it frost’s itself.

Br-r-r it’s cold!

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 30, 2017