Warm beach,
sunny weather,
lovely flowers blooming,
bare feet in sandals, short-sleeved shirt...
I want them in January and live
where that spells ice, snow and Winter.
I escape, the price is
jet lag for my
warm beach...
Jet lag...Head full of straw.Eyelids are heavy andso are my winter coat and shoes.Cold sunshine teases my memories of
warm sunny beaches, bare feet in
sandals, roses blooming.
How do I pay?
Jet lag!




Comments: 25
Wolfgang
Interesting poem and love those contrasting images....warm beach and cold weather..