Winter

I’m a winter child

Born in middle of January.

The snow was deep

And winds blew cold,

I was told.

Now that I’m old

Winter makes my blood run cold.

It chills my heart, veins and bones.

I don’t hide from it though.

I don’t hibernate.

I plow through the deep crisp snow,

Soaking up sunlight and vitamin D,

Covered in down from head to toe.

I’m a summer child at heart now

And in the Caribbean I’d like to winter,

Soaking up sun and vitamin D,

In my birthday suit,

On a warm beach by the sea!