So, our first winter storm has hit Western New York. I woke up to snow. Not a lot — just enough to turn all the colored leaves white. I tried to convince my colleagues that it was actually pretty outside. Trust me. They were not convinced.
In other news, I have a weekend free from grading, so I really want to settle down and send out some poems. Actually, I also want to settle down and write some poems. I have been trying to revise the same five poems for weeks now, and it’s not going so well. I need some new material.
The Scrapper Poet 