"Freeze"

There was a freeze last night

In our woods

The cabin is cold

Gypsy is in and out quickly

My fingers are cold

As they tap the computer keys

But I don't stop

My expresso is gone

The sun is shinning

The wind is blowing

The gate is still shut

My plants are still cover

Against the cold

It is twelve noon

My morning gone writing

Gypsy is sleeping

Her good time of the day

Covered by her favorite blanket

Not interested in my writing

I make a decision

I would feel better

If I could smell bacon cooking

So, for breakfast today

I will have lunch

Bacon and eggs it will be

Another cup of expresso

Is forming in my mind

Soon to be in my hand

A glass of orange juice as well

The bacon smells good

Against the cold air

Creeping in the cabin

From the woods

Gypsys nose is twitching