Temperatures aren’t in the teens
Days aren’t short nor light scarce
Frigidly, the months aren’t spent
Plans, the blizzards don’t thwart
Hues of nature, aren’t many
Crisply chill, mornings aren’t
Leaves aren’t falling in hordes,
Skies don’t bring out torrents.
On the other hand …
Longing, basking is done,
Pools and beaches swarmed
Heat is all that’s around
The occasional day is stormed.
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