Brrr!

Close Up of Ice Crystals

It’s a frigid -26 Celsius with ice crystals in the air so I thought I would post a winter poem 🙂

Edward Gates
From: Heart’s Cupboard

the wind beats snow
against my house

threads hang from the coat of a man
filling the cracks in his home

last night a man with black hair
drank beer by the well house

he laughed through a crack in the door
I put more wood on the stove

I am warm leaning back
on the legs of his old chair