My first attempt at a ‘Wordle’ from the Sunday Whirl. Winter Blues Leaving the yarn to the cats, Too distracted for stitches. The deep winter cold unabated By the fire and oversized sweaters. Snow much greater than expected, No stop in the wind’s howling, My thoughts accumulate like the drifts – Pondering the frozen plum tree Starkly visible through my window. Wondering at its ability to renew and bloom After all apparent loss of life. Tomorrow I will brave the world once more, Shovel a path to the mailbox again In hopes of proving that I matter By finding it filled with letters from friends.