Winter Poem by Anonymous

It’s winter in Wisconsin & the gentle breezes blow,
seventy miles an hour at 35 below.

Oh, how I love Wisconsin, where the snow’s up to your butt,
& you take a breath of winter & your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful so I guess I’ll hang around.
I could never leave Wisconsin cuz I’m frozen to the ground.

Winter Haiku by George Trudeau

Old Man Winter knocks,
etching icy window ferns.
Tropical dream blooms.