I sit in the bay window,
fireplace crackling
just to the left of me,
sun beams playing across my face,
on a rare, bright cloudless day.
Warming my pale flesh
on a tropical beach towel,
in my bathing suit,
like some mannequin
advertising Speedos.
Outside the snow is piled high,
much like white sand,
it too refracts trillions
of diamond like specks.
But its cold is
innocuous to me,
in my cozy glass paned paradise,
I lather on some copper-tone,
and bask in the December sun,
What winter??
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
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