Winter Morn

And so it is a winter morn
With coats and hats and woollies worn
The buses fumes become a cloud
And beats the traffic far too loud

Against the wind and ear drum
I fall into the racing hum
Of taxis black with meters running
Pedaling my heart is humming

Now we off to ballet school
Of deep pleies and bending rules
And little torsos all tutued
In pink and yellow pastels blue.

Yesterday, it was so warm
With t-shirts clinging in the swarm
But seasons change and so must we
Thicker socks to soles of feet.