finally February has come and gone

The whole back room 

has been a 

refrigerator 

for months 

so

the beer's 

cold

but the potatoes 

froze

 I lit the stove 

out in the shop and

low and behold

I found the 

table saw

and my choice of 

freshly 

sharpened

carbid tipped 

blades

Snow shoes 

hang on a post 

near the door

firewood stacked 

behind the stove

so I paint

another 

plywood portrait