First snow has fallen it’s one a.m.
everyone is sleeping curled up in their beds
It comes down hard like a long summer’s rain
freezing me into my own private world
A world where palm fronds wave in the wind
never fearing the cold of a winter’s deep freeze
Where warm water laps upon golden pink shores
and seagulls battle for fishing rights below
The air is tinged with the scent of plumeria blooms
and even the storms sent by Lady Ocean herself
leave just enough rain to replenish the splendor
of mountain rainforests and botanical wonders
In winter when the wind steals my breath
and the thermometer promises instant death
My mind retreats to a fantasy world of warm Tradewinds and someone I can call my own
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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