YSL: Poetry Friday

egads! i almost forgot!

Strangeness
The is the requisite amount
of oohing and ahhing
over big fluffy flakes of snow.

'Til we look at the calendar
and realize it's March
and still roughly 4 below.

Then there's cursing and worse
as we slip and we slide
on our long endurance runs, of course

It seems I should be
in shorts and a T-shirt
Instead I'm in five layers, see?

The snow muffles the sound
of my agonized wails:
"I want some spring! Now!" I howl.

So tonight it's another hour on the trainer
Watching rerun after rerun after movie.
It's not the worst that could happen;
it could be raining locusts--
Now *that's* a disaster, it's true.