Thoughts Towards a Poem #1 (winter reflections)

Winter is almost two months old now in actual days, which is probably equal to 20 in dog years. It’s beginning to feel long in the tooth. Truth be told, I’ve handled this winter fairly well. Even January's brutal cold was weathered in fine New England fashion. Maybe it's the relative lack of snow and welcome presence of sunshine, no matter how short in length or low in the sky it may be. But winter has almost been a welcome season to this mind. I think it’s one of the few benefits of age. Time flies. So the winter does too.

There might be a poem there.