It is way too cold!

Yesterday, my middle daughter and I sat down for a poetry lesson.  Here's the poem we wrote together about Ice

Ice

Like a cold wind

or a hard stick,

Scotch-tape glass

that becomes a firecracker

when it breaks.

It is a nothing that is quiet

as a mouse

and as smooth as a rock.

It makes me always feel

like I'm going

to drop it!

I hope this cold goes away soon!