
my shoes, my gloves. Still, I’m glad/
she’s back and not dead.
It’s good to see me/
blog again. I stopped to get/
my nest well feathered.
Black-eyed peas, pecan/
pie, and Dawg’s win for New Year’s./
Welcome to Dixie!
If you wallow and/
dwell on all things that could go/
wrong, they prob’ly will.
*For a better description of Ice Flowers, refer to Dr. James Carter, Illinois State University, http://my.ilstu.edu/~jrcarter/ice/flowers/ this article.
How do you wish one/
you were once close to “Happy/
[fill in blank]”? Write poems.
When I can see my/
breath inside, but can’t feel my/
toes, it’s just like home!