Coldest morning of the short year: 2 F and wind chill of -25. But who’s counting.

Here’s a morning accounting of yesterday.

Bright sunshiny day,

starrish night, planets aplenty.

Really want to see Saturn through a telescope.

Chimney fire almost got away from me,

dancing its cherry hot plasma inside the pipes and up the flue.

It laughs as it chuffs.

Did some Zeega-like work (media tool from a previous life) with the empty swing poem and Lumen5.

Consistently, I got the ‘poem feeling’ in my body as if I had learned something new, which, of course, I had.

 

Here it is if it will host on my WordPress site. And it does!