It’s so cold today I’m wearing a sweater vest

over a sweater. And it was so cold yesterday an egg froze

underneath my chicken’s butt! Plus one hen won’t go home

and now lives beneath the porch; it’s so cold she might

be dead, and if she’s not: props, sister. Tonight

the temperature will dive so low it’ll limbo underground

and after that, who knows: maybe the freeze will set

so deep into the ground the earth will send a message

to the moon that reads: that’s it, I quit, I’m comin’

over for a visit. Inside the house, one of our windowpanes

is covered in ice cuz it’s our first winter here & not everything

is sealed all nice & tight. Oh, well. Oh, hell. Maybe

we’ll shave that window ice with a razor blade and use it

for our cocktails! Maybe I’ll scoop the moonlight off

the frozen snow and add it to my hair! I’m wearing too many

sweaters to care what anyone thinks of me & my windows.

Suffice to say: winter’s landed like a bigass prehistoric bird

and I will stay as far from her beak as I’m able.