A Midwinter Poem

Since snow still covers the ground, the temperature won’t lift itself higher than 15° today, and most everyone I know is braving the winter weather, I’ll share my warmth with you in the form of a midwinter poem.

My frozen fingers are typing madly in an attempt to generate some heat on this -5° morning in Kentucky. I have yet to feel them but together it seems we can manage to plink out a few words.

I’m a little shy about sharing this, which, if you know me, you may think is out of character since my book is usually wide open to the world, for lack of a better euphemism.

This week marks the beginning of The Poetry Gauntlet and in the words of Lexington’s Carnegie Center description: “it is an intense one-year workshop for poets.” No doubt it will take some steady breathing and carefully placed steps to scale this one, but I can’t freakin’ wait. In that spirit, here she goes.

If you would like to listen to me read this poem aloud, press play.