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.