Wallie and I thought we had this blog thing under control until we hit the Daily Post Prompt “Funnel.” On a ten o’ clock morning that feels like 2 above freezing, we decided that, while we have not quite reversed our affection for the cold, we have funnelized it.
To the Winter Cold
My love for you was wide at top
I never thought that it would stop;
It hasn’t stopped, but more refined
Is much more narrow in my mind.
I like you above thirty, yes;
I like you when I’m warmly dressed;
I like you when the wind is fine
And isn’t wailing all the time.
Control yourself, white snow and chill–
For love you though I always will
It isn’t easy, not a bit
To love you when you throw a fit.