Outside ... all is cold and frosty, the snow is coming down in thick wet sheets...footprints lead up onto my front porch into the toasty warmth...

On the porch..cat tracks lead to no place in particular and the porch, forlorn and colorless, awaits the spring, when it comes alive with wicker and wooden rockers and the companionship of good friends...

Outside my side porch..a blue spruce wears a cloak of snow and everywhere I look is a mist of cold, wet white and shades of grey....

Inside...an unexpected blizzard bonus ...SNOW DAY!!!..slave child doing last night's dirty dishes...AHHHH !! Now that is poetry in motion!!!

Now it is my time to bury myself in corn bags on the couch, on my fluffy nest, hot coffee on the table, and Bill's cabled sweater from Hell in my hand!!! Happy knit knit!!!