Winter Woes or Winter Whoas?

"Whoa" is what I said when I saw 

the tree outside my kitchen window 

full of Cedar Wax Wings and a few

friendly Woodpeckers!

 Woe was me when the 

temperature bottomed out

at -24 farenheit!

"Whoa Nellie!" is what 

I keep saying to this 

long ugly winter!

the super moon got a "Whoa that's pretty!"...

the sun setting on the snow got a "Whoa, gotta get my camera!"

Where do all of these birds 

go to stay warm 

on these frigid nights?

There's me going woe again...

"Oh, girlfriend,

our woes will disappear

just as soon as 

we can get back to our 

own backyard."

Be warm,

Lisa