The Muse Strikes Another!

Despite the winter doldrums, Nana's Poet Laureate was struck by her Muse this week. As I've mentioned before, she's painfully shy and I've been sworn not to reveal her identity. Here's her latest verse:

"As I sit in the house surrounded by a blanket of February snow
Knitting and purling I endure this familiar winter woe

Longing to wear lace, a shawl or something flimsy like that
It's too soon. So again I cast on yet another winter hat

Today the temps will be single digit or below,
And I think to myself, not again, oh no
Seeking laughter and sunshine, behold and lo
I bundle up and off to open knitting I shall go"