Die Hard Joggers

The jogging group just ran by Donned in hat, scarf and glove. Patches of snow still on the ground lie Sent from the skies above But it doesn't diminish the jogger's love. They're laughing and chatting on the way Enjoying fresh air and clear skies. It isn't supposed to snow today So today's run is their prize. Let's hope the weatherman's wise. They give me hope that spring is near Though they're bundled up warm and snug. At least thirty joggers have passed by here While I watch from inside with my coffee mug As warm as a bug in a rug. I should feel guilty I suppose That I'm not out there jogging too But this cold air affects my nose And makes my lips turn blue So I'll just wait for the snow to shoo!