Subject: A Forty-Degree Drop
From: Christopher W. Thomas (
Date: Wed Dec 23, 1998 at 7:56AM

A forty-degree drop

Has now made us stop
Fast ... in our tracks
As the cold attacks

Bundling up warm ...
Around chest and arms
Will lessen the sting ...
Although ears still ring

And ungloved fingers
Will not be limber ...
Bare ears will tingle
Nose-dew will crinkle

Chills will seep through
All those gaps on you
And feet will continue
To dance well after dew

Turns into a frosty crust
On those boots you trust
The ones you removed
As soon as you could ...

And even now, toes dance
Spiked well with the lance
Thrown at your bare flesh
Under covering which tests

- Tristram

(c) Christopher W. Thomas
7:48pm Wed. Dec. 23rd, 1998