December Heat

An unbroken blue dome,

Lush greens whisper, "This heat is home."

The warmth disorients, the endless glow,

As if time forgets how seasons flow.

A calendar that forgets it form.

It's supposed to be winter, but it's warm.

Sweat leaves me and drips against my will,

I dream of snow to make it still.

Oh, for ten minutes of winter’s embrace,

To feel snowflakes’ dance on sun-kissed face.

A touch of frost, sharp and alive,

A fleeting moment where senses revive.

Taste of snow, like whispers of rain,

Melting soft, it renders me tame.

Cold tingle of icy specks on hair and skin,

A sense December can finally begin.

But here, the light it never does wane,

The sameness of sunshine rewires the brain.

December feels distant, a name, not a truth,

A seasonless life, the greens.. the damn greens are the proof.

Ten minutes where palm trees forget how to grow.

The fronds have no new outfit to show. 

A place where the cold feels real, not pretend,

And the weather remembers how seasons should end.

December Sky