chilly and chili are homophones but connotate cold and hot, and that is my insight of the day

You check your weather app, hastily glancing at the numbers so you know just how much you’ll be shivering today. Then – there it is. You see it, hovering next to Thursday. The snow icon. That’s right. Winter is coming? Winter is here, and we’ll toast to the maybe-snow with a poem and a cozy open meeting tonight at 9pm in Lerner 510!

Whose pitches these are I think I know.
Their room is on the fifth floor though;
So Bwog will see me stopping there
To watch the room fill up and grow.
My unfinished homework will have to veer
Off to the side so I can attend this meeting dear
Between the ramps, in Lerner 510 at 9 pm,
The darkest evening of the year.
Bwog gives the bag of grapes a shake
To ask if anyone wants a taste.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy pitch and announcements made.
The room is lovely, warm and neat,
So I have pitches I wish to seek,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Adapted from Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
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