sitting on my porch in Kansas

It is over sixty degrees today Unusually warm for pre-March Kansas I sit on my porch, sunbathing Wearing corduroy slacks, a jacket and tennis shoes A swift breeze gives my face a bit of a chill My fingernails are black, so I do a little grooming What did I get into? The black comes out as crumbles. My dogs are overjoyed that I am out here. They run up and down the length of the porch, showing off. Every time I think I will shake the rug, a dog lands on it. There is a siren sound in the distance, it has desperation Our ears go up, but none of us bark We are as respectful of that siren as a soldier could be I look at the remnants of woebegone snow It looks sad, knowing its days are numbered A late February day in Kansas Porch sitting and listening Curiously no bird sounds I hear a neighbor for a brief second, only a few words Advantage of living in the country