A Snowy Morning's Run
My body awakes before the alarm,
But my bed and wife are soft and warm.
Outside the streets are dark and cold,
And this runner's body is getting old.
But there will be no regrets today,
So on with the layers, and on my way
To the runner's corner...a little moan.
No buddies there. I run alone.
As through neighborhood streets in snow I wander,
I observe and listen and think and ponder.
The lamp-lit snowflakes gently fall,
Weaving a blanket of white over all.
My cushioned steps yield a muffled crunch,
I'm now thinking of running again at lunch.
My legs feel strong and my breathing is steady.
When spring races come, I hope to be ready.
Of what do runners think as they roam
Through snowy streets 'til they get back home?
Thoughts may travel from work to Rome,
But today, the result was this runner's poem. by Paul A. Thomas (8 Dec 2009)
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