Winter weather threatens leaks
In unprotected frozen plumbing;
Also poem-posting streaks
If wi-fi fails. In case that’s coming
I’ll pend this for just before
The stroke of twelve tomorrow night.
I may be weak, infirm and poor
As Lear, yet hear me, storm: I’ll write!
Postscript: Nothing went awry
Inside, as far as I can tell.
The snowy roofs blend into sky
But kept the cold out fairly well.
No ice collapsed our power grid,
No fallen limbs eclipsed our light.
I can’t recall when last we did
Less everything through Sunday night!
We’re safe and warm, so that’s all right.