Rosy

It's getting colder and colder up here in the Northeast corner of the land. Should have a wood fire going in the stove...but I guess I'll just turn up the heat and stare out the window at the cold and tired rose bush. Can't wait for spring. We can skip over winter. And summer. Spring and fall, spring and fall...that's all I need. But that's another poem for another day. Today is "Rosy". my toes and my nose are really froze i think that they are doomed do you suppose my rosy nose could smell a rose in bloom or should these rosy toes o’mine go where it’s warm and days are fine and other posies loom? It's a comfort to know that closer to the equator and in the southern hemisphere there are some rosy roses and warm noses, and that soon it will return here, too! My cat knows how to keep his nose warm. And now to enjoy more poetry and poetic subjects, go to our Poetry Friday hostess Katya Czaja at Write, Sketch. Repeat.