The Seasons Do Change In Florida But The Leaves Don’t…

At long last I can see my breath in the cold
The moisture in the air chills me down to the bone
I’ve waited far too long for the sun to give up his throne

The cool breeze paints my cheeks a rose colored red
I shiver and quiver underneath layers of cotton sewn thread
This is my my serenity, still I’d rather be bundled up in bed

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