Minus 6 to 47,
The sight of crocus would be heaven!
Almost 9 to 52,
What to wear? I’m in a stew.
Puddles slick with mirror ice,
I think Hawaii might be nice.
Slush and mud – a nasty brew,
Maybe Santa Fe would do.
Not one to risk my life for fun,
But out of patience I have run.
Should one more fall produce a bruise,
I’ll take my chances on a cruise!