Long sleeve shirt, under sweatshirt, covered with padded vest, under padded hunting coat completes the top part of my ensemble. Two pair of socks, under-armor and hunting pants complete my wardrobe. Walk the dog at daylight, cold, start truck, cold, oh yea, it’s cold out if I forgot to mention it. Nine days running it will be in the teens, so I thought a ditty on the subject would be apropos. The following comes from my volume of poetry, Pictures Of Life, coming out within the next month. I hope you like it, Steve.
BRISK AT THIRTEEN
Breath frosts my whiskers, ice forms upon
Smoke swirls out front, goes up then is gone
Striding along: that dark before dawn
Darn this air sure is brisk at 13
Clothes triple layered, hoody pulled tight
Keeps out the cold: well somewhat not quite
Ice flowers abound off scampers night
Man oh man sure is brisk at 13
Nose getting numb while cheeks start to sting
Half frozen geese up high start to sing
To yipping coyotes this cold’s no thing
Glad home’s close: sure is brisk at 13
Excerpt from Pictures Of Life, a volume of rhyming mind pictures due out March 2021