Middle of the week

“The Mid-week blues is once again going around” Gun Roswell

Early morning
The day still dawning
I am yawning 

Too damned early
For any kind of bird
And even for the worm

Back to sleep is not an option
Better prepare a caffeine concoction
To get my gear up and running

Too dark, too cold
Winter day, well, I’m not sold
Stepping out feeling bold

But the it hits me
Like a wall there be
Cold air cannot breathe

Running to the car
But cannot get too far
Now i figure this wasn’t smart

Everything is frozen solid
This is certainly no time to frolic
Running inside in a panic

Today is a day best spent indoors
Closing all shutters and doors
Maybe a warm fire will settle the score

Minus twenty seven degrees
Will make you sneeze
In your footsteps to freeze

And wish for those hot summer days
Which just a few months ago left you in dismay
Now wishing they would have stayed

Weather, can’t beat it, ever!