
The change of seasons happens in the north
In Florida the climate stays the same-
The different forms of warm and hot come forth
Each giving heat a new and novel name.
The t-shirt is the uniform we wear,
Perhaps a tank or sleeveless cotton top.
But closed-toe shoes? We rarely own a pair
Because our toasty temps can never drop.
But “never” sometimes gives us time to think
As cold fronts make it down from Canada
We scramble for long sleeves, degrees do shrink,
And frost begins to graze dear Florida.
It’s hard to see as crystals start to form
We seek our coats and socks to keep us warm.
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Barb Dukeman
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