Local Warming

  (Skiers’ Lament)  

Spring hath sprung itself upon us;

Flung its blooming promises into dull brown niches of lukewarm city-dirt,
Whilst it puts off ambitious foliation plans just long enough to coax
 Shepherds pie snow into barely holding its grip against the daffodiligence of the sun.          

Self Portrait

A Lot of nerve

And aggressive swagger

Not stagger mind you,  just verve

Vivacious and audacious

Gentle arrogant edge

With outrageous mental sway

I am here to swerve.