Sleet on the windshield
The road’s first glaze of ice
A Van Gogh vortex of winds
Vacuums up colour
Spews greyness
The Maple Leaf flag whips, rips, then sails
Hold onto your hat!
Do that windy pantomime
As you grope the door handle
Hah! Inside at last!
(As it slams behind you in a fit of pique)
Just get me in bed
Plug in that blanket
Bring me a tea
And, in the morning,
Pretty Please
Would you just
Warm up those long johns
And fill up that travel mug with something nice and hot.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Wooooow! I love this, Lee.
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Thanks, Ragazza…. it’s good to see you back on line!
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Send some of that down here, please.
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A little warm, are you?
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The muggy came back.
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One degree above freezing here this morning.
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