February Heat Wave

A winter baby, I have liked the cold
as long as I recall. I fantasize
of comfort teemed with blankets, heat controlled
by fireplace or furnace, darkened skies
by night or storm. Imagining I’m holed
up in a cabin, cozy, satisfies.
I’m lucky I grow chiller with each year,
or I would loathe the heat we’re having here.

(Ottava Rima)

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