Woolens

Turtlenecks, long underwear,
Sweaters, and I don’t know where
I hid my favorite hat last Spring
When joyfully stowing winter things...

But now’s the time
Of shortened days
Of weakened, chastened
Sunshine rays...

This morning’s cold chill slapped my face
No more denying- now I’ll race
To find my warm and bulky gear
And into drawers and closets tear

Good-bye to bright, light summer clothes
I must no longer skin expose
It’s time to wrap the sweater ‘round-
You won’t know if I’ve gained a pound

Or two
Because, you understand,
I’ll look just like
The Michelin Man
All wrapped up in these cozy things..

It’s only... let’s see...
Five months till spring!