The frost came in

came in through the doors and windows

came in through the walls

curled its fingers ‘round the edges of the frames

capped screw caps white

held captive the hinges

then turned the handle of the door.

The frost came in.

It left us lace.

I thought I had no use for the arms of this sweater, but the truth is,

thick cashmere is fantastic when the weather outside lurks below zero for days on end and

all the heat from the wood stove goes out the front door.

I snipped the arms from the sweater, cut some curves here and there, added pins and stitched it up.

I ought to start taking process photos.

I ought to practice writing more precise directions.

Mom (Gramma) made the booties.