On a Cold Morning in January

In our lengthy "cold snap" with the temperatures not above freezing for a couple of weeks writing about anything except the cold is difficult.

Fortunately here in the central part of Cape Cod we had almost none of the serious snow that crippled much of the East Coast.

I am warm at home and bundle up appropriately when I must go out.  I am trying to look on the bright side so I have written a short poem which I hope will be the first of three or four short poems about this January.


Clementines

Globes of gold on my breakfast table
in a blue bowl beside a plate of toast,
their thin rinds pierced by a thumb nail,
I tear them easily to find the  sweet slices
of fruit, inhaling the tang of citric acid.
Hello to a day of sunlight, biting cold,
the satisfaction of a warm home
and  opportunity to write about delight
on a winter morning. I wish everyone could
start their day with such simple satisfaction.