It's Cold Outside

I’m feeling good this morning. It is before noon and I have already completed most of the things on my to do list for today. Now I can spend my time working on a new story. Here’s a poem inspired by the snow outside my window:


Stuck in the Cold

The snow fell as the lovers argued
He was telling her to go left
She was telling him to stop talking
The frustration built inside them
Until they both exploded
With angry gestures and menacing looks
They filled the car with their heat
Then a cold breeze froze their words
And silence took the wheel
He watched as she turned to the left
But he knew not to speak
She warmed the air with four words,
“I hate the cold.”
He smiled, “Me too.”