Perhaps thinking of my task
As a more jolly hasp
Unlocked with a bit of childish glee
The tune is the key
To sending morning me
Into the snow on skis
In spite of the chill
Frostline hatted I will
Conquer the day
And with gratitude play
In elysian fields of ice
Warmer days call
Thermostat palls
Shivering in bed with coffee
Priority list
Says move the body
So bundle I shall
Trundled in wool
Boot up
Glide out
A more pleasant person
Will glide back in
So perhaps now I'm convinced
To lay this poem aside
Enter the freeze astride
Skis just right for lakes
Roman Ryan 