Chicago Whispers

The day is clear and ought to be quite warm;
Still there's Chicago's crisp wind in the air
Which seems to take an almost human form
And whisper to me softly "don't you dare.
Don't get too comfortable, do not relax;
Nothing can be as easy as it seems.
Those who are at their easy become too lax
And fall into the stupor of daydreams
While those I touch, who feel the shiver deep
Within their bones, although their skin is clean,
They stay alert, refuse to fall asleep
And in that state remain both taut and lean.
Be sure, be sure, the day will come quite soon
When you'll be glad of this cold afternoon."