In between my decision to get started
and the weather, stands a forecast, and its bad.
More rain, could be hail, storm and perhaps thin snow.
In between my need to go outdoors and harsh reality
sits my problem’s verity on cushions by the fire.
I shall either starve or freeze. All options now are dire.
I am in between novels, so I did some small poems today, I hope I am not overloading you all