I can't tell you why Florida has this temperament,
The sky won't belie its designs quite so easily
To me. Air once hot, humid all through the firmament
Then shifts, reappears crisp and cold, as if teasing me
And says: try as you might, my tropic desires hold sway;
Not old stars nor dates seasons change can tell me the clime.
So dress light til cold fronts appear on a random day.
And though Winter sang Summer well for some days, in time
The night ushered in frigid mornings more often. Chill
And frost hung around floors at dawn, and the light was clear
With pale, slightly pearlesque allure, and was softer still
In cost here than up north; invited a thought my dear
Of you and of me–lonely beds in a frozen place,
But soon there will be only warmth in our shared embrace.
A place for my poems 