Theresa Ann Moore
How Cold Is It? - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
It is bitterly and utterly wicked outside.
A person could freeze instantly and die.
I am not kidding; I speak of a truthful reality.
Want to see tomorrow? Then listen to sincerity.
Stay inside where it is warm and comfortable.
The caution will save you from the regrettable.
Nimble fingers will not turn blue in your gloves.
Infinite wisdom will save you from becoming a was.
You will be able to continue your creative quest.
Before long, normal adventures will be addressed.
Wait for the big double-digit thaw in a few days.
Soon enough you can pursue your spirited ways.
Keep your wits and try to amuse your confined self.
Finish reading a novel that you filed on the shelf…
The one you put on hold before confronting priorities.
Find ways to keep busy and forget about the deep freeze.
Look for the recipe that you didn’t have time to prepare.
Or turn on the television and sit in your favorite chair.
Turn the unpleasantness of inconvenience into pleasure.
Relax and take advantage of your unscheduled leisure.
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