18 Degrees

Just
When
I Have
Somewhere
Important
To
Go,
I Woke
Up
To
A
Fresh
Fall
Of
Snow.
I Consider
This
A
Low
Blow,
Since
All
Week
I Awaited
Spring.
Obviously,
This
Was
Not
The
Thing
Our
Gods
Had
In
Mind,
And
Put
Me
In
A
Travel
Bind.
I’ll
Wade
Out
At
Nine
With
An
Anxious
Heart,
To
See
If
My
Car
Will
Start.
…
Cheers!
A
Gift
From
Heaven,
My
Appointment
Now
At
Eleven.