For Season's Change Contest, a chilly morning run...
On a chilly August morning,
I laced up running shoes,
in the pre-dawn silence
upon my cement front stoop.
I would much rather snooze
but my run must commence.
Down the walk I troop,
across construction shoring.
I stretch, leaning on a fence,
swing my arms in a lazy loop,
an old song I began to sing,
thinking of winter's blues.
Along comes my running group
and we form a small ring,
catching up on the latest news,
and saying a prayer for guidance.
Today's sun will bring warming,
but fall will be here soon I muse.
Winter creeps at running's expense,
stopping heat in one fell swoop.