The Polar Vortex

I check the weather on my phone Before I head outside. My jacket choices such a glance Does helpfully provide. For weeks, my trusty fleece it’s been, With turtleneck below, A sweatshirt sometimes added If the wind’s supposed to blow. Today, though, temps were hovering At thirty-eight degrees So if I dressed like always I believed I might just freeze. Some Arctic air has come to town, Unusual for May. The Polar Vortex, as it’s called, Makes flowers droop and sway. My woolen cape came out to help Me on my walking task. I wonder if it recognized me From behind my mask.