Already I feel the madness
In this two, too place I live.
Two seasons in one day.
Two temperatures in one day.
80 degrees and 20 degrees.
Too little time betwixt.
Two walks along snow caked fields
Where I wear everything already in twos
Two too itchy wool hats, two scarves
Two pairs wool socks and alpaca pants
From the too willing farm and ranch store
Two shirts, vests, coats, gloves
Already useless in the multi- directional
Ever changing sharp and penetrating winds
Charlie, too, shivering despite his two
Snow n ice covered coats
One blue with a less than amusing
Bright red fire hydrant stencil on his icy back
So I can spot him in the blinding sleet
Two trees dead in my backyard
Killed because global warming
Warned them too late to drop their leaves
Already the madness is slipping in
The date, too soon,
Winter two months away.
In this too, too confusing land
Where I live.