The Polar Vortex
They hope to scare us, talking of
This dreaded arctic air.
The weather stations hype it up
With warnings of “Beware!”
Like Harry Potter’s Voldemort,
Whose name they wouldn’t say,
This Vortex shouldn’t be announced,
To keep our fears at bay.
Yet tales of Minnesota temps
Of minus 54
Convince us that we shouldn’t even
Venture out the door.
The irony is that it seems
That once this freeze has fled,
It will be 54 above
Within the week ahead.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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