Brrrrr

(This poem acknowledges a parade of snow-ice storms descending upon Nova Scotia
lately).

Morning buried my feet

in chills – was it really

-21C as the radio just rasped

or was it more fake news?

After placing all my tootsies

on the hardwood floor

I stifled a scream

but that only lasted ten seconds

as i ran around the apartment

seeking solace – and i did

by soaking up in

four inches of tub water. Hot.