These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Seox: "Southern Cold"

Not normal.
The Cold shuts down limbs, that move.
Quilts are where we all live.
Thoughts are like our ice.
Wake us when warm.
Summer Joy!

Writing slows.
Please, help poet do brain things.
Lines without rhymes is good.
Rhythm's lost its beat.
Word finding hard.
Sleepy time.

First month's sad.
Still we drive when not cold rain.
We work in spurts outside.
Inside, run to change
the clothes real quick.
Cold not fun.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 9th, 2025