This morning, the cold air went through my bones

At the moment I stepped out the door of my home 

And the coldness I felt brought tears to my eyes

As I tried to fight back against it, what a surprise!



And after the forecasters had indicated summer temps

Were coming down the pike to join us at the weekend

My head had been conditioned to the coming warm

But my body had its own indicators of season's norms



And as I sit here sneezing again and again and again

My body still shivers from the cold blast as the pain

Of tightened bones and muscles turn my fingers rigid

As silently I curse them for not indicating it was frigid



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

7:35am Thurs. March 26th, 1998