An ode to one fine day

The kids on their trikes


Were soaking up warmth

They were kicking up leaves

Like men on death row

With the hope of reprieves.


"The snow is a'coming!"

Old Tom Skilling said,

"Get ready for Tuesday!"

We shivered with dread.


But in this last moment

This last day of nice

When leaves paved the streets —

So much nicer than ice —


Folks went to the parks

And we went out on strolls

No time to spend fretting