Another Cold Morning

Temperature is about 25 degrees according to one of the internet weather sites, 30 degrees in the shelter of our front porch. But the frost is thick on the car windows as the sky here turns rosy with the soon to be seen sun painting the Cascade Mountains various shades of pink

Found the following poem on the Farmer's Almanac website and just have to post it:

Keen gleams the wind, and all the ground
Is bare and chapped with bitter cold.
The ruts are iron; the fish are found
Encased in ice as in a mold.

–Charles De Kay (1848–1935)

Charles De Kay was an American poet, U.S. Consul General and art and literary critic of the New York "Times" as it was then note.

Duncan