In February it is
Eleven degrees
Sidewalks are icy
Walking is dicey
The house creaks
Bluster is everywhere
Sitting over green tea
I recall August
In underwear hot
Overheated I'm not
The fireplace entrances
Embers glow warmly
Stifling, we packed up
And went off to the beach
We plunge into waves
Among my big faves
Sweetly rinsing free
Of sticky summer sweat
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