Cold Enough

We get out of bed these mornings and our hats and mittens go on. We fold laundry from the dryer to warm our hands. The mornings are sub-30's and we're not used to it yet, still content in our summer bodies and not quite ready to adjust. But at least the skies are blue and clear and holiday feelings are hovering.

I received this poetry anthology from a creative writing instructor I had last semester. I think it will make for good snuggled-up-in-my-warm-bed reading material.

- K