Monday January 8, 2018 is forecast to bring temperatures above freezing, do I hear an “Amen?” Melanie Dickie’s Poem speaks to the present so well.
What a cold January day. The frost lies on the ground like a blanket. Not even the determined woodpecker has come out to tap his unloved song on the house. All is quiet in this small town. The blackbirds pick at the unturned dirt hoping to find some kind of food. The sun pokes its head through the clouds and cast a light on the frost-bitten earth.